Andrew McCarthy—Weekend at Bernie's Andrew McCarthy, not "the crypto-fascist—is now a travel writer forThe Atlantic. He joins Liz Phair. See? There are awesome magazine gigs available for people who didn't go to some fancy journalism school!

It's true there are no new ideas left in Hollywood, and even the old ideas are starting to not look so good. Ah well, we soldier on in spite of (or because of) it anyway.

If three makes a trend, then a new one is awkwardly dancing its way into Hollywood. First, Lindsay Lohan threw an 80s prom-themed party for her 22nd birthday, then we recently discovered some intriguing prom scene footage from that highly anticipated horny vampire flick Twilight, and now, Var is announcing that Miramax will produce a film based on “This Strange Thing Called Prom,” a piece published last month in the NY Times. Though we never had the (mis)fortune of going to one ourselves, due to prep schools’ distaste for tear-inducing, virginity-threatening functions, the infamous Prom Scene has always been a joyous go-to whenever a teen-themed movie needs a pretty way to transition into Act Three. Below, the five cinematic proms we wish we’d been invited to, from Buffy’s murderous rampage alongside easy rider Luke Perry to the moment Andrew McCarthy tells Molly Ringwald he loves her even though she’s wearing the ugliest dress in the history of ugly dresses.

Had your fill of tragicomedies involving lip melanoma and drugged up Packages today? Us too! That's why we are calling your attention to this heartfelt, almost too-adorable-for-words diary entry penned by original Brat Packer Andrew McCarthy. You see, Slate commissioned McCarthy to keep a diary to detail what life is like on the estrogen-fueled set of Lipstick Jungle. And while he's certainly no Bret Easton Ellis when it comes to prose, his whimsical musings on why shooting a series in New York "feels much like it does when one is first falling in love" should at least get him an offer from Harlequin.