America's favorite fried pickle princess has had a car accident! She is okay. But at least two police officers had to go to the hospital, and our Snooki—who was not drinking or drugging, sources say—might be facing some Italian-style law charges.

How much would you pay for the picture Courtney Love tweeted of her ladyparts? Or Katy Perry sans makeup? Soon, magazines and blogs will probably pay thousands of dollars. A paparazzi photo agency is taking over celebrities' Twitter pictures.

What did the world care about in 2010? According to Google, which just released its annual Zeitgeist video—highlighting the year's top search terms—we were interested in money, politics, tragedy, war, the dearly departed, and... Antoine Dodson. Watch inside.

Why did Paris Hilton suddenly become so famous a few years ago while other ditzy fameseekers with no discernible talent—like, say, Tara Reid—fell off the map so quickly? Elizabeth Currid-Halkett breaks it down in her new book.

It's true that we'll never see actual video from inside the Plaza Hotel suite that Charlie Sheen trashed while on a cocaine and alcohol-fueled naked rampage, but this animated reenactment—from Taiwanese company NMA—is a great consolation. Watch inside.

Tonight, Access Hollywood was just a bit more ridiculous than usual when Maria Menounos admitted to "smiling and laughing" about Lindsay Lohan's drug problems, Menounos and Billy Bush joked about Lohan's mugshots, Bush talked about a possible lip job, and more!

Kal Penn, famous movie drug-smoker, is leaving the Obama administration. Penn quit the television show House to be the White House "associate director of public engagement." (There is a new Harold and Kumar movie due this Christmas.)

Dick Cheney's speaking fees: "As of last year, Dick Cheney commanded $75,000, plus first-class travel for an entourage of three. Liz Cheney gets $20,000 plus travel for one." Well, that's still less than Gore. And Paris Hilton.

John Mayer took time out of his busy schedule of banging Hollywood starlets to coo, whisper, and be "sensitive Johnny" to his throngs of adoring teenage girls on VH1's Storytellers. So who is the real Mayer: womanizer or sensitive man-child?

Perhaps the weirdest attack John McCain made against Barack Obama in 2008 was his brief summer campaign charging that Obama was a celebrity. Because Americans, you know, like celebrities. And this year's Republicans have finally learned that lesson.

The Conde Nast layoffs are proceeding not like a Band-Aid ripped off quickly, but rather like a Band-Aid pulled off all too slowly. It hurts! Today, we hear, Glamour had its own layoffs. Including a reality TV star! UPDATE: Confirmed.

DJ AM - né Adam Goldstein - was the Kevin Bacon of LA's music-celebrity scene, except he was connected to everyone by two degrees. His death gets more tragic as it unfolds. The outpouring for him out there's large.

An odd line in the Times obit of Dominick Dunne seems to suggest that the late writer's family wanted to delay the announcement of his death in order to make sure it wasn't overshadowed.

This may be one of my favorite gossip items, ev-ar: Lindsay Lohan ended up having to call cops to get her BlackBerry back from a bodega in Little Italy, reports the Daily News today. Where? Who? What? Why? How?

INF photogs snapped these candid pictures of Michelle Obama and daughter Malia leaving Top Chef Spike's burger joint in DC. Breaking: there are paparazzi in DC!

Twilight's Robert Pattinson works with fictional teenage vampires professionally. Little did he know the rabid, bloodsucking adolescent desperation he'd invite by taking the gig. NYPD sources now claim that the cops are looking to take over his overwhelmed security detail.

New pieces about the final days of Michael Jackson are flooding the news, along with tributes, memorials, debates on the nature of the conversation about him, etc. If there's one article you have to read on it, however, it's this:

Now that Michael Jackson's passed away and the mad scramble to cover the breaking story has settled down a bit, the media can now turn its focus toward more important matters—How to profit from Jackson's demise.

Charlie's Angels star Farrah Fawcett is upset with her lack of privacy as she undergoes cancer treatment, reports ProPublica. Now, for cheap laffs, let's juxtapose that with ProPublica's mission statement:

Jonathan Jaxson—world's worst publicist, victim of Perez Hilton's sex cons—is so over all this bullshit celebrity culture. (Well after the rest of us!) Still needing cash, though, he's got a book proposal.