Those who haven’t gotten the note that Tyra was looking for models under the height of 5′7″ take note that this only means that this allows even more crazy biznatches to try out for the hot tranny mess of a show. This weekend in NYC at the Top Model try-outs, a stampede of models were running out of the building, confused as to where to run toward. It was reported that it all started when one of the models acted in a “disorderly” way, and ultimately leading six injured women to be transported to the hospital.

Today, strippers in trailer parks everywhere rejoice over the birth of Bret Michaels…the man who gives them hope that one day, they too can appear in on his trash-tastic reality show covered in tattoos, and smelling of Tanqueray. At the rate at which this dude is going, he should stop his search for love on VH1 and just marry Amy Winehouse. Anyway, Mr. Michaels (who is actually pretty cool, even we admit it) turns 46 today, on the ides of March. Hopefully he didn’t wake up next to someone too rancid this morning.

Where not to drive drunk tonight- LAist

MSNBC to America: no embarassment here. Not a thing- Jossip

Grubbing with the stars: where to eat and watch celebs- la.eater

There’s a FAKE Kogi Twitter!- Los Anjealous

Ever since winning the first season of that all-time favorite show of musical sadists, American Idol, Kelly Clarkson has been on a commercial spree of success unmatched by anyone else to come out of that program save for Carrie Underwood. Building her reputation as a slightly rebellious pop singer with a penchant for big choruses wasn’t exactly tough, given her admittedly extraordinary vocal talents and the publicity she received from being the first Idol champ. Her fourth album isn’t exactly anything new, little surprise coming from an artist who has been carefully managed since she stepped into the public’s eye, but it does sound an awful lot like Kelly Clarkson – something I doubt will stand in her way of selling another million or so records.