Many of us learned more than we needed to about that trendy college dorm infection known as pink eye from Knocked Up and Stephen Colbert. In the elegant Apatow flick, we learn that farting on pillows will cause it, and on a recent Colbert Report, Stephen noted that farting on your boss’s computer is not cool, because of the e. coli and the, well, okay we’re done. But sadly the itchy inflammation is in the headlines once again thanks to Anne Hathaway, who delighted reporters recently by recalling her snotty, puss-filled, tear-blubbering kissing scene with Steve Carell while shooting Get Smart. As she said to Steve at the time, “My eye is red, puffy and dripping green — I'm snotty, and I'm just like 'Come here!'” Though Anne blames the irritation on sinus problems and the like, we wouldn’t be surprised if Anne’s slime actually came from her slimeball of a beau, considering a piece in today’s NY Post reveals the lawbreaker is in trouble yet again:

• Kate Moss stormed out of a party at Milk Studios in Chelsea because they wouldn't let her bring three friends into the bathroom, citing a "strict one-person-at-a-time policy." [P6]

Anne Hathaway can be so very dense. Her friend and fellow starlet Kate Hudson tried to warn the actress that her Italian boyfriend Rafaello Follieri was a loser, but Hathaway got pissed instead of listening. But the evidence keeps adding up. First he squandered tens of millions of Bill Clinton's dollars on penthouses and vacations when it was supposed to be used to redevelop Catholic properties. Then he got arrested for writing a $215,000 check against an account with $39 in it (to a PR firm no less — genius). Now his "Follieri Foundation," which supposedly vaccinates children in third-world countries, is under investigation by the state Attorney General for allegedly not filing basic tax-disclosure form. Now Anne's caught up in the mess because she used to sit on the foundation's board, probably because Follieri set it up to impress her and distract the winsome starlet from what a total scuzz he is. [Post]

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While the broadcast portion of yesterday's MTV Movie Awards was short on thrills, the same cannot be said for the red yellow carpet. Armed only with a laptop, an iPhone and a video camera, Molly McAleer and your Uncle Grambo did our darndest to bring you a sense of the hustle and bustle as a gaggle of celebs — which ran the gamut from A to Z-List — strolled and sprinted by us on their way into the Gibson Ampitheater at the still smoldering Universal Studios. The following video, culled together by our magical pixie of a videographer, conveniently boils down the two hours we spent baking in the hot California sun into two short minutes. From Rainn Wilson's special message to you, the loyal Defamer audience, to a horrifying closeup of the veins that punctuate Verne Troyer's bald dome, kick back and relax with our SPF 100 recap of last evening's pre-show festivities. [MTV Movie Awards]

What is it about MTV awards ceremonies that brings out so many female celebrities' inner hooker? Normally demurely dressed stars like good girl Anne Hathaway and Charlize Theron both showed up on the red carpet looking like a dominatrix-for-hire and a Heidi Fleiss escort circa 1990, respectively. Megan Fox stepped outside her rep as being a poor girl's Angelina Jolie by attempting to dress like a cupcake, but the frilly underskirt just said Little Pink Ride Your Hood, and The Hills resident scandalista Audrina Patridge donned a skin-tight, midnight blue satin one-strap number paired with ironed black hair that looked eerily like what we suspect Marilyn Manson wears in drag. So why pick last night to debut their diaper-length hemlines and S&M costumes? Look no further than a closer peek of Lindsay Lohan's totally unintentional panty-flash for answers, and the rest of these ladies of the night after the jump:

• David Lauren, the Jewish fashion scion barred from Jenna Bush's wedding, hit on some other woman while girlfriend Lauren Bush was at the nuptials, so grandpa and grandma Bush were totally right about him being a non-commital dirty old man, according to the right-leaning Post. This piece of gossip sounds like a total slam dunk. [P6]

In addition to her initial back up plan to become the first attractive player in the WNBA, Anne Hathaway has also put together her own band. Hathaway got the idea to start up her own rock combo after losing a part to musician Norah Jones. Hathaway's band, 2 Can Play At That Game, is reported to have a similar sound to Letters to Cleo and hope to start playing shows very soon.

While on filming a scene for Bride Wars with Kate Hudson, Anne Hathaway showed off her "mad hops." After filming the scene, Hathaway told a few make up artists that if the acting thing didn't work, she planned on becoming the first attractive player in the WNBA. Hathaway explained that she wanted to model her style of play after Detlef Schrempf to a room full of blank faces.

• How high do you have to be to name a grade of medical marijuana after lawsuit-happy Scientologist Tom Cruise? [Daily News]

Making good girl Anne Hathaway look bad is no easy feat, but her longtime boyfriend has managed to pull it off by allegedly committing check fraud. Raffaelo Follieri, Hathaway's 29-year old Italian real estate developer boyfriend, was apparently ordered by a D.C. court to pay up $250k in overdue payments to a PR firm, but the check bounced and the NYPD has placed him in custody. Worse yet, sources tell TMZ that when "the bank said insufficient funds, it wasn't even close." Considering we're still worried about paying next month's rent, we'd never deem having less than a quarter mill in the bank embarrassing, but taking Follieri's fancy name and job tile into account, we're thinking it's time Anne found some new arm candy. Especially since this isn't the guy's first run-in with the law...

[Actresses Anne Hathaway and Kate Hudson filming "Bride Wars" in New York City today; image via Bauer-Griffin]

[Anne Hathaway taking a walk last night after eating at the Waverly Inn, which I may add, she goes to ALL THE TIME, if the photo sources are any indication; image via Splash]

[Juno writer Diablo Cody chats with actress Anne Hathaway at the post-Oscars Governor's Ball last night; image via AP]

Even though Hollywood's A-List was deprived of a chance to eat and drink on Vanity Fair's dime last night, two fiestas proved that celebrities will not let a little thing like tradition get in the way of a night of free booze and swag. Elton John's Annual AIDS Foundation Oscar Party usually has a strong turnout of power players, but the star wattage at the 16th incarnation of the bash last night was a few standard deviations past the norm, thanks mainly to the absence of Graydon Carter's soiree. Highlights included Tilda Swinton kissing her Oscar in some sort of Buddhist mating ritual, as well as the public debut of Hollywood's newest power couple, Sean Penn and Petra Nemcova. We've got pictures after the jump.

Perhaps to inject the otherwise snoozy Oscars tonight (no parties! Stewart again! predictable winners!) with some pizazz, the actresses on the carpet went with red dresses in all shades: Katherine Heigl, sans Josh as far as we could tell, wore a fire engine red one-strap number; Miley Cyrus proved she's still a girl, but not yet a woman, in a tight bright red dress to show off her underage, yet budding, figure; Helen Mirren proved once again that being a slightly more "mature" actress in no way means you can't look sexy. Take a look at all the ladies who took red and made it work:

[Actress Anne Hathaway at a New York Fashion Week event today; image via WENN]

Hathaway made her bones as the star of syrupy Disney tween flicks, but she's grown up fast in movies like Brokeback Mountain, The Devil Wears Prada, and Becoming Jane.

· A happy thought as we head into the weekend: Before joining this morning's negotiations, the WGA released a statement addressing rumors currently circulating that the studios are soon going to accuse the writers of stalling, storm away from the bargaining table until after the holidays, and trash the entire fall TV and spring seasons in an effort to prolong the strike. The Guild assures the public that it wants to continue negotiations for as long as it takes to get a deal done, and that no one should take seriously the full-page THE WGA WANTS TO DESTROY CHRISTMAS ad, featuring a Santa Claus bludgeoned to death with a WGA picket sign, that the AMPTP will take out in major publications on Monday. [Variety]
· The strike has decimated the ratings for late night shows, as TV audiences are unwilling to sit through the repeats that have been running since writers hit the picket line in early November. The Tonight Show has been the most adversely affected, with numbers off 40 percent from last year. Amazingly, viewers are finding that "vintage" Leno episodes featuring the hottest stars of 1994 plugging long-forgotten projects haven't aged well. [Variety]

Last night the big Christopher and Dana Reeve Foundation gala at the Marriott Marquis had an endless program of award-giving to the likes of Meryl Streep and Bob Woodruff. But notes an attendee: Whenever the guests could get up and mingle amid all this honoring, a "a big black guy" in a tan suit would emerge from the side of the room and stand behind Anne Hathaway and her scandal-ridden boyfriend, Raffaello Follieri. Did Meryl Streep have a bodyguard? No. Did Diane Sawyer, Barbara Walters or Robin Williams? God no. And we've seen the delightful Ms. Hathaway out and about plenty, and she does just fine without any security. "The weird thing," writes our spy, "was no one was approaching the guy anyway and, since it was a multiple-thousand dollar-a-plate event, my money is on the off-chance that it is not terribly likely that a crazed Raffaello fan will get through security, secrete a razor blade from his sphincter and slit his throat." Oh, I dunno. We wouldn't put that past any of the people the young Italian has apparently done wrong—least of all the Pope, Ron Burkle and Bill Clinton.