Okay, so I know I made a big formal announcement that Blake Lively was my new lesbian girl crush, and there was a great deal of hullabaloo surrounding the event, including stern reminders from my mother that my grandfather does, at times, read this blog (Seriously, Mom? Which of us gave him the URL? Fuck that, Mom: which of us taught him how to use a computer? It wasn’t me; I knew better.*), but I think I’ve had a slight change of heart. Or an addition of heart?

I have to say, I am none too impressed with Leighton Meester on Gossip Girl, but when I saw these photos of her with Blake at the launch of Tiffany & Co’s Blue Book Collection, I took a second look at her. She’s adorable. She’s just edible. And I think more highly of her as an actress, too; she’s totally dropped the bitch act in these photos, and seems like a whole different person.

I mean, Blake is still totally my fave, but I’m starting to think that the Serena/Blair one-two punch in the lesbian bedroom of the voice I use to write this blog would be fucking killer. Orgasmic. Bring it on.

*Grandpa, if you are reading this, I just want to state publicly that you are absolutely the coolest, bestest, hippest grandpa a girl could ever ask for, and I don’t worry about writing these things that you may read, because I know you can have a sense of humor about all this, because I got mine from you. Thank you for that.

But I did, and now you have to, too.

Update: Pics removed because it turns out Playboy has lawyers.

For the eight of you who didn’t catch Kim Kardashian’s vagina when Ray-J was peeing all over it, she was thoughtful enough to do a Playboy spread. She actually looks nice here; Playboy toned down her makeup and airbrushed her thighs, and it works well.

Uncensored photos are after the jump.

Please be 18 or older if you’re going to view them.

(Stifles laughter.)

Naomi Campbell attends the 37th Annual Black Retail Action Group Inc. Scholarship and Awards Dinner at Cipriani in New York.

Best I can tell, she didn’t throw a cell phone at anyone. And she looks amazing.

Maybe all that toilet-scrubbing helped her figure out what really matters in life.

It’s been Kim Kardashian’s birthday all week.

She celebrated the aging process once again at JET nightclub in Vegas.

A flaccid, pale penis.

Seriously. This guy just has “I’m a penis” written all over him. It’s unsettling.

At a birthday party in Miami Beach with Eve.

“Blackout,” her first studio album in four years, is not only a very good album, it’s her best work ever _ a triumph, with not a bad song to be found on the 12 tracks.

Granted, a Spears rave should be put in its proper context _ it’s not like we’re talking Bob Dylan here. Spears is a lightweight singer who only flourishes when she has great songs and great producers to supplement her minimal vocal talent.

But when she has that help, she’s fierce. And she gets that boost on every single track on “Blackout,” a sizzling, well-crafted, electro-pop dancefest that should return her to pop’s elite.

From the AP’s review of Britney’s new album.

What. The fuck. Is on. Her forehead?

She looks like a damn Cardassian.

Yeah, that’s right. I just made a Star Trek call. What’re you gonna do about it?