Dorothy Surrenders to her weaker impulses

Now that the apocalypse is imminent (the spawns of Tom Cruise and arch enemy Brooke Shields born on the same day, hello!?!) I thought it would be a perfect time to start posting about all the effervescence sludge that fuels our national obsession with celebrity. Some of the tastiest blogs on this subject come from our gay brothers. But us gay gals can bring the snark, too.

Think of this as part Dorothy Parker, part Dorothy Gale and all friend of Dorothy. Let's dance in the eye of the tornado together. And make fun of Paris Hilton while we're doing it.