It's only Tuesday and we're trying to put off talking about the convention until a) Barack Obama emails us his VP pick or b) we actually get to Denver. Plus, there's only so much we can say about the Olympics, even though they were apparently geared more to women this year (shocking considering the main attraction thus far was a mostly naked 23 yr old man. That said, we still prefer the mustache).

Also, it's the third week in August, so what better time to point those of you not on holiday in the direction of a hipster hooker story. It's like the ivy league version of Ashley Dupree ("You know, it was degrading, for sure. But so was cold-calling," she says, referring to a job she briefly held as a fundraiser for a local political advocacy group.") Radaronline is doing some fun stuff these days. Anyway, don't quit your day job, no matter how enticing $2000/hour may look in the face of all those (somewhat slimmer) fashion mags that just landed on your desk.