A blogger steals someone else's life story and calls it her own.
How William Orr's quest for better, cheaper gas became a crime.
The family of a dead judge blames a creeping fungus in the federal courthouse.
I worked at Kmart with John McCain's director of strategy.
It's ironic that in less-voyeuristic eras, fading celebrities like Joan Crawford were so eager to project a sunny invincibility. If anything, time has proved that the best way to stay in the limelight is to expose every fracture, every weakness. Admitting defeat is one of the best tactics an out-of-work personality can employ these days.
I bet if Joan had lived in our era instead of hers, she could have easily attracted a cult following being her own manic self, not an artificially sweetened version thereof. (While I'm theorizing, I'm sure this hypothetical Joan Crawford reality show would be on Bravo; it would be a good lead-in for Top Chef.) There's a new celebrity mantra for 2006: Always let 'em see you sweat.