My Spotlight feature on Glee’s Dianna Agron (lapsed cheerleader Quinn Fabray) will be out in the October print issue of Vanity Fair, but as a special bonus, it’s available to you on the internet right now.

Click here, and don’t forget to check out the slideshow of gorgeous fashions!

The Gay Uncle, for rather obvious reasons, is rarely asked to provide input on the subject of tween testicles. But, as he has discovered again and again, there’s an exception to every rule. Yesterday, he received an offer to weigh in on this weighty subject–particularly as it relates to AXE Body Spray’s new campaign. His general take? Humor, good; Ball spray, bad. But this misses the delightfully scented (and subtle) complexities. Check out the full answer, and view the funny video, over at the truuconfessions site.

Gunc up your weekend with the G.U.’s takedown of a dad who quashed his son’s desire to dress as Snow White for Halloween (and then wrote about it over at Salon.) It’s right over there at Momlogic, and thus just a quick click away.

My mother taught me three things: Accessorize. Accessorize. Accessorize!

What does this mean, automotively speaking? Well, I’ve just finished test driving a trio of new cars from Infiniti, Honda, and smart, and this steaming hot new piece just out at the Vanity Fair website will explain it all.

Sex: Our Bodies, Our Junk is a real book written by a fake organization–The Association for the Betterment of Sex–the membership of which consists of current and former writers for The Daily Show, Conan O’Brien, The Onion, and Vanity Fair.

In celebration of it’s publication today, I talk to a couple of the authors for a piece over at the Vanity Fair website. Check it out.

Ralph Lauren has found a new way of marketing to kids and families, and it’s gorgeously grotesque. It’s an online, animated children’s book featuring a toddling cast of adorable multicultural munchkins. (Not real munchkins, of course. Young children.) You will not believe their outfits, or the reprehensible/irresistible way in which they’re presented.

To read the Gay Uncle’s take on all of this, click on over to his MOMLOGIC column, right here.

My friend Jamie Kitman is a true renaissance man. In addition to being a National Magazine Award-winning journalist, a practicing lawyer, the author of a book (in progress) on the history of lead in gasoline, and the manager of bands like OK Go and They Might Be Giants, he is also the owner of one of the greatest collections of slick, drivable, desirable, mid-century British and Italian vehicles in the Northeastern U.S., if not the world. In order to keep all this metal in tip-top shape, he had an amazing mechanic who worked on his cars. Unfortunately, this old-school wrencher, Domenick Spadaro, passed away last year. Fortunately, a memorial road rally was held in his honor the other week. Even more fortunately, I was invited to attend, in some of Jamie’s cars.

Read the story of it the ensuing hilarity right here, in my online car column for Vanity Fair.

The third film in the amazing Step Up franchise was released last week, but it took me until today to finally write a review of it for the webby folks over at Vanity Fair. Why? Because I’m a lazy sack of shit. Well, not really. Because I’ve been busy with other stuff, because the movie didn’t come to the crappy multiplex by our house Upstate, and because I really had to think hard in order to ask, and answer, the titular question.

If you’d like to find out what all of this nonsense means, and why the movie should have included more showering, click on over to VF.com and read the write up.

Everyone’s talking about Steven Slater (AKA the Enraged Jet Blue Flight Attendant) and Breffny Flynn (AKA the Head-Butting Upper West Sider) in adulatory and reverent tones. But are these two really “American Heroes?”

Find out by clicking here to read my political analysis of New York’s recent Howard Beale moments for Vanity Fair.

I recently spent some time in the drivers seat of a pair of Benzes: an E550 Convertible and an E350 Estate. And their marked similarity, and dissimilarity, inspired me to reprise a fairy/fairy-tale title from Stick Shift’s past.

Check out my silly review for the Vanity Fair website, by putting it in drive right here.