Ralph Lauren debuted his new uniforms for the US Olympic team during “The Today Show” on Wednesday morning, and they’re nothing less than pure Americana style. Surprised? The closing ceremony looks mix a newsboy feel (like his spring runway show) with hard core alpine boots, while the design on the medal stand collection is all one of a kind, “like a snowflake.” How precious. You can buy pieces now on Nike.com, and even personalize your own polo, so now everyone’s an Olympic athlete. Just don’t get caught with a bong in your hands.

This photograph was taken at Tokyo Game Show 2009 at the exact moment that these two models realized you couldn’t pay them enough to: a.) put up with all these geeks, b.) smile for the camera, and c.) wear those godforsaken outfits. [9/23/09, Tokyo]

Can you guess who hates their older brother? Loves wearing a bikini? Hates when girls don’t put out after you pay for a date? If you ever needed additional proof that you can’t judge a book by its cover, this interactive website will convince you. I have wasted waaay too much time today playing Haters + Lovers 20 Questions, a trivia game where you try to match pictures of people of all different colors and creeds with their particular loves/hates. When you click on their square, you see live footage of them revealing their thoughts. It’s seriously got me giddy—my best score so far was 12. Gotta run ... I have another round to play.

I can’t possibly force myself to sit through another episode of “The Fashion Show.” I cannot take another hour of Kelly Rowland contorting her face into bizarre sneers. If I hear Isaac Mizrahi say “bye bye, darling,” one more time, I will snap. Because I value my sanity, or whatever is left of it since the show began, I am not going to watch “The Fashion Show”. I confess, I say this every week and then cave, but this week is going to be different. Last week I had the foresight to ask some friends to watch the show with me. After only five minutes, my friend staged an intervention and turned the show off. Good. So how will I spend my Thursday nights now? Instead of wallowing in my grief over the lack of Tim Gunn in my life, at 10:00pm tonight I am going to play"The Project Runway Game.”

Whoever said that gaming was a guy thing obviously never met the ten-year-old me. Forget Barbie—I was in love with my Nintendo, along with Paperboy, Tetris, and Super Mario 3. I was obsessed with video games, and constantly exasperated my mother by refusing to go to bed until I got through just one more level of Dr. Mario.

A member of the extended Frisky family told me the best advice she’d ever gotten was to actively fall in love with four people every day—that if you put your mind to it, it can be done and be incredibly fun in the process. I decided to give it a shot. Here’s the four people I fell in love with today (before lunch even!). I hope you’ll share yours!

1. Our Mind Of Man, John DeVore: A picture of him in high school came into my possession, so to speak, this morning. He looks adorable, but he’s wearing hilarious ‘80s old man style glasses in the photo. I promptly sent the photo around to everyone we know (sorry, he would kill me if I posted it here), which made him mad (in other words, his latest column may come in late!), but what he doesn’t know is that I kind of am in love with High School DeVore! At least for today.

A girl walks into the wireless café that I frequent. She’s very pretty. I’ve seen her before, but never spoken to her. Today, the café’s pretty packed. The girl orders her drink. She looks around. Here is the big moment: Where will she sit? But what she’s clearly not factoring in to her decision, what I don’t think this girl realizes, is the fact she’s being monitored like a Russian agent walking through the Pentagon. Man, I think, this is so unfair. If she only knew …

If she only knew, there is a spy network of guys, regulars at this café, that have formed an unlikely bond based upon – what else? – the pretty girls that come into the café. I am, admittedly, part of this network. We are an organized and immature bunch. We watch the girls walk in. We discreetly glance at each other to make sure the others see, too. We wait for them to sit next to us. We talk to them. And when they leave, we talk about them. Not like a bunch of gossip girls, but like suspicious agents: We’ve got information to share and we are willing to share it, but only if you have some information to share, too, pal.