When we woke up this morning, we thought it had been a mere dream. It wasn't...it wasn't. Sean Combs' latest spread in L'Uomo Vogue with his daughters D'Lila Star Combs and Jessie James Combs was a reality. But after thinking this photo through, we've come to an unexpected conclusion. It's all part of Diddy's master plan.
I admit I carry a soft spot for the one born Sean John Combs. With Diddy the good always seemed to outweigh the bad. Despite the amount of acrimony he's absorbed in his short time on this planet, Sean Combs will be one of those figures we look back on fondly. Even if you're just pretending to have a social conscience, hell, even if you're just pretending that you have lots of friends at your big party, it's tough to feel anything but a little bit sad for all the guy has gone through.
In the L'Uomo Vogue photo spread Diddy transcends mere fashion photography, offering a topless photo of his young daughters that echoes Alice in Wonderland author Lewis Carroll's considerable body of work in child photography (left). Of course, that was a time in which folks would put nude pictures of their children on Christmas cards, but Diddy's probably brilliant echoing of the Victorian era should not be lost on those who slam him for being a megalomaniac.
Like Carroll, the first wave of Diddy interpreters will judge wrongly, seeing a flawed artist who always wanted to be hard like his friends and spent the rest of his life compensating. But in the end Combs made some decent choices, amassing considerable millions and getting laid by a lot of different women. Diddy: Lewis Carroll would be proud. [The Superficial]
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Aspiring writer and NYU student Jessica Roy got her blogosphere start by throwing a lit-bomb at a surely insufferable party attended by various media scenesters. You might be thinking, "Who cares?" but the most hilarious part of her essay was not its contents, which were equally mocked and praised. It was the fact that grown men such as n+1 editor/novelist Keith Gessen (and others; you know who you are) actually tried to get New York's Daily Intel blog to stop it from being published. Talking about being trapped in a media goldfish bowl! (You're going to call in your one favor with a New York editor for something that petty? Does anyone have any balls?) Young Jess 
I would say that this Sarah Palin business just isn't funny anymore, but then I couldn't illustrate the following news with a Flintstones picture. "Soon after Sarah Palin was elected mayor of the foothill town of Wasilla, Alaska, she startled a local music teacher by insisting in casual conversation that men and dinosaurs coexisted on an Earth created 6,000 years ago—about 65 million years after scientists say most dinosaurs became extinct—the teacher said."
Sadly, "monsters" can be found wherever the sea decides to cough up its detritus. What do you make of this... thing? A reader from Salem, Mass forwards these pictures to us of something that washed up on her shores in May. I say it's a damned witch. Just look at that grin! What do you say it is? More photos after the jump. 
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Here's a heartwarming adage from my grandmother: "You can never be too rich or too thin." (Can't wait to see you this weekend, Safta! Yes, I'm laying off the matzo.) 
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Organizers and managers of an "international prostitution ring" called the Emperor's Club VIP are now in custody. They charged $1,000 to $5,500 for the ladies' services, and denoted how much the gals were worth by giving a one-to-seven diamond rating on their website. That's a lot of carats! 
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