Liz Smith, Ur-gossip columnist, heaves her bosoms and sighs for the Hollywood of yore. While admitting she doesn't recognize most of the Vanity Fair cover girls (don't worry, Liz, they'll be gone soon) and chastising the witless Heath Ledger death notices, she crosses the line into that bourne from which no mental traveler returns:

I happen to sleep in the nude, and many others do as well.

Try getting that image out of your head. We can't and will be flashing on it all day, and probably into our slumbers.

(And if anyone thinks our hed is Google-bait, you need professional help.)