Malcolm Gladwell, my fellow Canadian, in his youth apparently attended some weddings. Among these weddings was that of his purported best friend, Craig, to a woman named "Leigh." As he tells us in a story excerpted the Guardian over the weekend, Gladwell did not like Leigh.

Wildly successful proverb investigator Malcolm Gladwell is a writer for The New Yorker, the most prestigious magazine journalism outlet in America. Despite this fact, he says that—as a policy—he does not do journalism.

The New Yorker's Malcolm Gladwell just wrapped up a three-city tour shilling for Bank of America and delivering "actionable advice" to its customers.

In your manic Monday media column: Hackgate grows marginally dirtier, journalism majors make dat money, Malcolm Gladwell on Steve Jobs, the media lies, and Martin Nisenholtz retires.

In your throwback Wednesday media column: alt-weeklies get glossy, and remain sexy, Malcolm Gladwell was one of those "I don't have a TV" kids, and Sarah Palin's zinger on Katie Couric.

Hey! Would you like to see a spy show on HBO? What about a spy show... produced by New Yorker staff writer Malcolm Gladwell and actor Mark Wahlberg? Guess what? Your wish that I just made up has been granted!

It's a question for the ages. Who's more smug: Biz Stone, the vegan, vodka-shilling Twitter co-founder, or Malcolm Gladwell, the New Yorker's wild-haired maker of memes? Stone today made the case against "smug... wrong... absurd" Gladwell, a known Twitter hater.

It's tough out there for science writers following in Malcolm Gladwell's footsteps. Not because he's so good, but because he's so wrong. Here's a rant by author Jeff Wise, republished from Psychology Today, on undoing Gladwell's damage to the facts.

Kate Hudson and A-Rod are still having sex all the time because they like it. New Yorkers agree that this is better than your mythical magic underpants. [Us Weekly]

[Malcolm Gladwell is so scared by the invisible podium at the New Yorker Festival on Saturday that he almost takes a spill. Image via Getty]

responding to The Daily Beast's Sean Macaulay request that the New Yorker writer, (former?) friend of Tina Brown, and famous ladies' man share some of his secrets of seduction.

New Yorker staff writer and best-selling author Malcolm Gladwell turns 46 today. Writer/director Noah Baumbach is turning 40. Charlie Sheen is 44. Former Bear Stearns chairman Ace Greenberg is 82. Novelist Kiran Desai turns 38. Veteran book editor Gary Fisketjon is turning 55. Big-time commercial director Bryan Buckley

In the new issue of the New Yorker, Malcolm Gladwell delves into what really caused the collapse of Wall Street. His conclusion: It had more to do with cocky banker egos than it did institutional failure or general dumbassery.

Big Ideas Author Malcolm Gladwell, a Manhattanite of the New Yorker, has issued a smackdown review of Free, the book from Big Ideas Author Chris Anderson, a Berkeleyan of San Francisco's Wired. If that's not provocative enough, Gladwell sounds downright grumpy.

Malcolm Gladwell's next big New Yorker piece is on news reporting. Notes the Outliers author: "You can't start blogging at 23 and call yourself a journalist." Nah, you do that when you're 40 and creepy. [E & P Pub]

Uber-pollster Nate Silver is moving to New York, from Chicago, thus becoming even more like Malcolm Gladwell. But he's not relocating to become a guru to the masses. His precious statistics want the move.

Finally, we have an all-encompassing, shrink-wrapped theory of Gladwellian cogency to account for everything malignant in our society, including the financial meltdown, Gwyneth Paltrow's Goop.com, Olivia Palermo's nasty attitude toward Whitney Port, the disaster wrought by Bernie Madoff, the unrepentance of aging…