How Does It Feel When We Call You a Cunt, Jimmy Cayne?

In your aspirational Monday media column: Jimmy Cayne's a rat bastard, Scottie McClellan spawns, Liz Smith groks the email, and newspapers do various sad things:

In your aspirational Monday media column: Jimmy Cayne's a rat bastard, Scottie McClellan spawns, Liz Smith groks the email, and newspapers do various sad things:

Octogenarian gossipmonger Liz Smith continues to chronicle the reactions to the New York Post's shocking move to drop her column, and we will continue to report them as well, forever! Today: Warren Beatty is supportive!
Octogenarian gossipmonger Liz Smith was dropped by the New York Post yesterday, but she doesn't want you all to fret. She has other outlets! Although she still, charmingly, doesn't understand the internet at all:
Liz Smith's time at the New York Post is done. It's time for a lifetime retrospective! Who is this gossipy lady? It all started back in a dusty little place called Texas...
Semi-sane octogenarian gossip Liz Smith is really feeling her oat bran now that she's cranking out columns for the aged women's site WowOWow.com. In her latest effort, she tackles the issue of our time: the rumors of Nicole Kidman's breast augmentation. And she speaks without fear or favor:
Liz Smith, the post-post-menopausal gossip columnist, filed a column for her website WowOWow.com, and boy is it insane. There's the part where the Postie explains how gossip would suck if it was about tyrannical dictators who ruled our lives like Kim Jong Il, or where she says gossip would change in a nuclear…
It's practically impossible to make fun of loopy Post gossip columnist Liz Smith, because the outspoken, bisexual 85-year-old beats you to the punch every time. For example, when dining with former Gawker Doree Shafrir for her Observer profile, she managed to work some self-deprecation into her lunch order: "And…
85-year-old Post gossip Liz Smith tells us that Heath Ledger slept naked, helpfully adding, "I happen to sleep in the nude, and many others do as well." Then she beats you to the "ew" punch by chastising "the infantile titillation and fear of the flesh." [NYP]