You probably know Christina Ambers' feet from such ads as "Rescue Me," "Maybelline," and "Sally Hansen Hard as Nails Xtreme Wear." She is only considered the hottest foot model around these days, that's all. And her hands aren't too shabby either!

Anyhow she married the doorman at her building on E. 74 St., and now she's alleging in a $10 million lawsuit that the co-op board is trying to evict her because they simply can't stand the sight of the doorman, a poor, rubbing all up on the precious rich sexxxy feet of Ambers, a non-poor. Other residents in her building say the couple had a tumultuous relationship, made noise, and had the cops called to their apartment. The Post, predictably, ignores that angle in favor of class war without mercy, leading its story with "Stick to taking out the recyclables, Angel."

The most interesting part of this story, of course, is not actual facts. It's the question of whether the New York Post can stir up a decent amount of class-based outrage amongst its readers on behalf of a couple that is one-half Latino man from the Bronx. If Ambers had married, say, a poor but proud firefighter from Bay Ridge, this would be an easy layup. But can the Post's faux-populism overcome its real racism? We shall see.

There's always the sexxxy feet pics to fall back on!
[Pic: Christina Ambers' Flickr]

EPIC, a new luxury lifestyle, waterfront boutique hotel located in the heart of downtown Miami, is offering special rates for those visiting Miami to enjoy White Party Week events and festivities from November 25-30, 2009. Rates start from $119 - $249 per night, proceeds from each room booked will be donated to Care Resource.

To book, guests can visit www.epichotel.com and enter the rate code "WHITE."

Enter the rate code "WHITE." All the conspiracy theories are true.

[Thanks, M!]

Sifting through Buchanan's now infamous rant point by point, Maddow used her show's final segment last night to correct the avalanche of factual errors spewed out by Buchanan in that interview. It, Maddow's "corrections and clarifications," was a thing of beauty to watch, downright surgical in precision, even though it would have been all the more better if Maddow had booked "Uncle Pat" to sit in on the whole thing and look angry and miserable when he wasn't hurling hate speech laced with old man spittle. Oh well.

Adolf Hitler Campbell, JoyceLynn Aryan Nation Campbell and Honszlynn Hinler Jeannie Campbell were removed from their parents' home last Friday, shockingly for reasons other than their terrifically awful names. It also didn't have anything to do with the Great Birthday Cake Debacle (Wal-Mart acquiesced and made the cake. Of course they did.) Youth and Family Services had received a complaint about Heath and Deborah Campbell and, upon investigation, deemed that an extraction was the best measure.

Josef Stalin and Benito Mussolini Campbell, the family dogs, remain at home.

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The key to this ad's success: they got an actual underground rapper to write the lyrics, which you can tell by the use of the word "paradigms," which is mandated by law to appear once in every underground hip hop verse:

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"What needs fixing isn't the African-Americans; it's the white guy running the agency"...

"We know the industry has had various diversity efforts over the years. However, these efforts are going to continue to fall short until they understand they're operating under a false premise — that the problem is the supply of African-American talent — when the real problem is the lack of leadership at the top and their exclusionary policies and practices."

[Ad Age]

[BBC]

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According to NYC & Company, which is behind the campaign, 27 people were chosen to participate in the campaign's first two phases. Of those, six are black, one if half Korean and the rest — about 80 percent — are white (or, appear to be, anyway). That's non-Hispanic white, by the way.

Mind you, the actual percentage of non-Hispanic whites in the city is 35 percent, according to the 2000 Census. Hispanics, who can be any race, accounted for 27 percent, black/African-American 24.5 percent and Asians accounted for 9.7 percent.

NYC & Co. says the campaign is "evolving," and they plan to reach out to more Latinos soon. Especially fictional characters!

"We have a list of people we like to reach out to. It is very diverse. Ugly Betty is coming to the city, and we're reaching out to America Ferrara."

Ugly Betty is a New Yorker. America Ferrara, however, only plays one on television.

[City Room]

And Lacey, good job of respecting the crowd you were speaking to on the 40th anniversary of MLK's death:

Billye Paulson, a black journalist who works for the Tribune, called the speech "offensive" and fired off an angry e-mail to Lacey demanding an apology.

"I found your acceptance speech at the April 4 SPJ awards banquet disgusting, inappropriate and vulgar. And I DID take offense. But the obscenities take a back seat to the use of the n-word, which was not necessary and very insulting," she wrote in the e-mail.

Paulson attended the event with the 82-year-old mother of the late Tribune sports writer Bob Moran, a black journalist who died last month from cancer. His mother was there to accept a special recognition award on behalf of her son.

So how much contrition has Lacey shown for his remark—the classic fatal mistake of white men who mistakenly believe they're down enough to say whatever they want—delivered to an audience including grandmothers? He's sorry that his "comments about a dead colleague rankled listeners."

"My words, meant to honor a friend, were inappropriate," Lacey said. "All present have my sincere apology. It is regrettable that any phrase of mine offended those attending a First Amendment awards banquet."

He's sorry the sticks in the mud in the audience are oversensitive enough to get offended. They probably didn't realize he was down.

This is not only the thousandth demonstration of the fact that Mike Lacey is, by all appearances, an asshole; it is also a reminder to whites everywhere: JUST LEAVE THAT WORD ALONE, FOR GOD'S SAKE. Whether ending in -er or -a, it is not for you.

[via Romenesko]

New York magazine recently called you a "stealth slut." What does that mean?

More often than not, whenever gossip has been written about me, the gossip is more interesting than the reality. I know some public figures hate gossip, but personally I like it because it makes my life sound more glamorous and interesting than it really is.

A part of me wants to sort of try and sound cool and feed this myth that I'm some sort of glamorous lothario, but I was raised by women — my mother and her mother and my aunts — and as a result most of my friends have always been women. So I guess some people in the media will see me with lots of different women and assume that I'm dating all of them, and as unsexy as this might sound, they're just my friends. Of course, I'm not a saint; occasionally I go out and get drunk and go home with a stranger, but I'm not at Tommy Lee levels or anything.

My, thanks! But Moby, how to you keep up this frantic Lothario pace at your age?

Is it a little bit more difficult now that you're older, staying out late and going to clubs?

No — if anything, I go out more and stay out later now than I ever have. The only difference is, the recovery time is longer. When I was 19, going out and drinking all night, by noon the next day, you're fine. And now, the hangovers really do last 24 hours. It's almost like every hour that I'm out drinking is going to involve four hours being hung over. The ratio just keeps getting bigger and bigger.

See, as a barely functioning alcoholic, I've tried every hangover cure. I'll stumble into the deli, and they'll have some new Russian hangover medicine, or I'll read online that it's all about bananas; it's potassium. The only thing I've found that works for me is water and Xanax. You take a Xanax, you drink a lot of water, you go to sleep for six hours, and that usually helps.

Alphabet City in the East Village, which a decade ago was famous for its post-punk scene and its heroin markets, now is rife with hipster preschools for tattooed and pierced rock-and-roll parents, and baby boutiques that sell $112 onesies made by Italian designers.

Chelsea, once known for anonymous same-sex encounters on its piers, is now the site of the city's only Buy Buy Baby megastore, and of playground flirting among gay dads.

Central Harlem, whose preschools once catered almost exclusively to African American children, now has white students in its Montessori schools.

SHOCKING EXAMPLES OF RACE MIXING. What does a typical affluent white toddler have to say about all this?!

But young Theo Carlston is just happy to play at Citibabes, a SoHo club where parents can use the gym or have a manicure while their children take dance classes or French lessons.

"I'm hiding in my fort!" Theo shouted as his mother discussed the city her family is helping to create.

If last week's Altarcations was dreary save for the bright light emanating from journalist Greg Lindsay's beaming grill, this week's made up for it. Was it going to be the son of the chairman, the chief executive and founder of the Blackstone Group? The cute hipster-looking French and English doctoral candidates? Franc and Al, helmers of Franc and Al's Movie Foyer (even though Franc's "not big on Judy"), one of the two female rabbis? Or the D'Aulaire descendant? We loooooved D'Aulaires "Book of Greek Myths"! And we also love platonic roommates who hook up after drinking too much wine in Spain and then decide to get married! But in the end, it was none of the above.

Whitney Rice and Edward Childs are clearly the cream of the crop—because, ultimately, aren't blonde people from Connecticut who work as associate fund-raising directors at Hotchkiss and Salisbury and were set up by the bride's grandmother what the competition of marriage is all about? We think so.

Whitney Rice and Edward Childs

• Whitney Rice's parents are from Wilton, CT; Edward's are from Niantic, CT: +3
  
• Both Whitney and Edward work as fundraisers for preppy Connecticut boarding schools. Whitney for Hotchkiss; Edward for Salisbury: +8
  
• Hence, both Whitney and Edward currently live in CT.: +2
  
• Both Whitney and Edward's fathers are crazy-powerful bankers. Whitney's is a director of the private banking division of Citigroup in New York and Edward's is a senior vice president of U.S. Trust, a part of the private wealth management unit of Bank of America: +2
  
• Edward's mother serves on the board of the Lyman Allyn Art Museum in New London, Conn.: +1
  
• The bridegroom is the great-great-great-grandson of Senator James McMillan of Michigan, chairman of the Senate Park Improvement Commission of the District of Columbia, which was responsible for the plan and creation of the National Mall in the early 1900s: +2
  
• If she took on his name and kept hers, she'd be Whitney Rice-Childs, which is just funny: 0
  
• Ms. Rice and Mr. Childs were set up on a blind date in November 2005 by the bride's grandmother Grace Hamilton and the bridegroom's sister-in-law, Hannah Childs, who were neighbors in Old Lyme, Conn.:+5

  Total points: 23
  

It was the battle of the Mayflower descendants this week, as two separate couples (Daisy Wademan & Luc Dowling and Shanon Iorio & Robert Collins) included descendants of John Alden and Priscilla Mullins, pilgrims who were present and accounted for on the Mayflower. Bzzzzzzzrrrrrrrrtzzzz!! (Is that the sounds WASPs make when they fight?) Only one couple can, however, emerge as the victor.

Shanon Iorio & Robert Collins

Both Shanon and Robert are i-bankers: +5
Shanon's father owns a real estate development company; her mother is a reading specialist: +3
Both Robert and Shanon have MBAs from Cornell: +5
Robert's parents are "of New York": +1
The bridegroom is a descendant of John Alden and Priscilla Mullins: +4

Total points: 19

Daisy Wademan and Luc Dowling

A Presbyterian minister performed the ceremony: +1
Daisy is VP of human resource strategy at Lehman Brothers; Luc works at Aurelious management, a hedge fund: +4
Daisy is the author of "Remember Who You Are: Life Stories That Inspire the Heart and Mind": -1
Daisy and Luc both graduated from Brown, Luc magna cum laude: +4
Daisy received an M.B.A. from Harvard: +3
Luc as a law degree and an M.B.A. from Penn: +3
Daisy's parents are "of New York": +1
Her father was the founder of a New York advertising agency; her mother teaches fourth grade at Brearley: +3
Luc's father is a partner in a law firm bearing his last name; his mother is a French teacher at the Gulf Stream School: +5
Their first encounter took place at the Park Avenue Café: +1
For their second date, they went to Paris: +1
The bride is a descendant of Miles Standish and of John Alden and Priscilla Mullins: +6

Total points: 30

Rupert Murdoch In May 2005, the odds on favorite for the competition bought the penthouse triplex for a cool $44 million dollars. In a conservative building, Murdoch is perhaps the most archly conservative resident. Murdoch can boast of being friends with the reigning Whitest Champion (until his death, of course), one Ronald Reagan. On the other hand, the latest of Rupert's many wives is, like, a tenth of his age. Depending on your view of trophy wives, this is either the whitest thing to do or not very white at all.

Al Taubman: Mr. Taubman was, until 2002, the fabulously wealthy owner of Sotheby's. Since then he's done some time in the clink, been rolled through the mud, written a book and apparently done a lot of pheasant shooting. According to Abelson, when he returned home, "he was welcomed as a folk hero." Still, his whiteness credentials are perhaps sullied by his time in prison. In a recent interview, Taubman said, apropos his hard time, "There was a big African-American fellow from Cleveland named Ben who was one of the first friends I made... I became Ben's friend, and he mine. He looked after me and protected me from the start." So Taubman was Ben's punk. Neat! On the other hand, Taubman has proved adept at the old "Some of my best friends are black" rhetorical flourish so often botched among whites.

Harry Crosby: His dad wrote White Christmas AND he was in Friday the 13th!

Stephen Svid: Head of SESAC, Svid "lost out to... Taubman in his bid for Sotheby's. On the other hand, he looks like a albino vampire.

John Gutfreund: Ex. CEO of Salomon Brothers has "a room where he can smoke his cigar," says his wife who also once said, "It's very expensive to be rich." Gutfreund was, for a while in the 80s, known as "the King of Wall St." and once played a game of Liar's Poker for a million dollars.

Who's the whitest man of all? You decide. The winner will get a carton of Wite-Out hand-delivered—through the service entrance of course. —Josh