Due to a happy accident of the calendar, today is 9/02/10, and diehard fans are using it as an excuse to celebrate the quintessential '90s drama, Beverly Hills 90210. It's time we have our own discussion about the show.

George Rush and Joanna Molloy published their final gossip column in the New York Daily News yesterday following a 15-year run. Ben Widdicombe, a Rush & Molloy protégé and former Daily News gossip columnist himself, looks back.

So the Vancouver Winter Olympics start tonight, and, awful incidents aside, I am pretty fucking excited. What's that? The Winter games suck? Can't hold a candle to the Summer? Well, Nancy Naysayer, I beg to differ.

Some magophiles point to such bygone magazines like Vector, Fluxus art magazine Avalanche and T+L Golf as the world's best magazines. Happily, they're wrong. The best magazine is still extant. It's called The Economist.

In 1972, Judith Viorst wrote about her son Alexander's Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day. For those here who are under 30, the book was a favorite. (Though the old people here understand that Lizard Music is the most important book for young people ever.) Twenty-six years later, Alex is a lawyer, runs triathlons, has three kids and just moved back to his mom's house in D.C. She's writing a book about it, Alexander and the Wonderful, Marvelous, Excellent, Terrific Ninety Days; the Times describes it as a "nonfiction diary for grown-ups that recounts the story of that tumultuous visit." Judith Viorst comes across as hilariously ambivalent about her son. Needless to say, the feeling is mutual. [NYT]

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