All The News We Forgot To Write About Today
Oct. 27 2008, Published 7:07 a.m. ET
EMBEDDED Logan • Bangin' in Baghdad?: The New York Post says CBS Chief Foreign Affairs correspondent Lara Logan was doing more than just reporting on the war from Iraq. The paper claims Logan carried on affairs with two men while overseas, one of whom is CNN war reporter Michael Ware.
• Sharapova shocker: Sometime-pitchwoman, sometime-fashion designer and sometime-tennis player, Maria Sharapova lost in the second round of Wimbledon today, to a fellow Russian ranked No. 154. After the match, Sharapova was muzzled to prevent her trademark screams from deafening everyone within a five-mile radius.
• Clip and save: It's a handy guide to New York's greatest divorces!
• On a hot streak: Error-prone New York Times television critic Alessandra Stanley celebrated her 103rd factually-correct day yesterday, and is sneaking up on her previous record of 147 straight days without a story requiring correction.
• Perverted justice: NBC Universal "amicably resolved" a lawsuit filed against them by a woman who claimed her brother killed himself after the network's To Catch a Predator, accused him of engaging in a sexually explicit online chat with an adult posing as a 13-year-old boy.
• Bronx residents asked to boogie down: To the AIDS clinic, that is. Following on the heels of news that one in four New Yorkers has herpes, New York City Health Officials announced today a new campaign to have every adult in the Bronx tested for the HIV/AIDS virus within next three years. Officials cited evidence that while Manhattan has the highest incidence of HIV and AIDS, the Bronx has the highest AIDS-related death rate as the reason for the program.
• I don't know enough about Mindy McCready to come up with a joke for this one, and, frankly, I don't really care: Country singer Mindy McCready was arrested for the umpteenth time earlier this week, apparently for the crime of falsifying her community service report. We'd care, but we're really not invested in McCready's hot mess-ness, unless it involves Roger Clemens.
