Lame: People Magazine lays on the "glitz," again.Do not click on this link if you've eaten shellfish or a sketchy hoagie. But for those of you who are strong of stomach, I present to you the latest from People Magazine, which is in a furious competition with Newsweek for the most embarrassingly slavish coverage of the Obama White House:

There's a new couple in the White House and seemingly overnight our nation's capital – a town known for filibusters, not fun – is suddenly a magnet for Hollywood starlets, reality TV shows and high-profile idealists wanting to get in on a little high-minded action. Here's a look at some of those beguiled by the Beltway ...

The article treats us to the "rumored" dating life of brilliant Obama speech writer Jon Favreau (no, not the talented Hollywood writer and director, but the guy who groped a Hillary cut-out) and Rashida Jones — C-list celebrity (former supporting player on The Office, daughter of Peggy Lipton and Quincy Jones, and currently playing in NBC's not-quite-funny-enough-yet Parks and Recreation). We're also hipped to the long-known fact that Kal Penn left House to join the Obama administration to be the "Asian outreach" pooh-bah ... or something.

Those are the highlights. Be sure to read the rest to be up to date with the rest of People Magazine's middling celebrity/entertainment EXCLUSIVE! that it has managed to scrounge up. Have we ever seen such coverage of a president, even from the checkout line — especially from what stares back at you when you're in the grocery store checkout line?

You want real Hollywood connections? Ronald Reagan had them — but they were a mark in the "he sucks" ledger. Bush, for what it's worth, had (mostly frightened) support in the entertainment industry. But everyone knows that country singers are soooo out of touch and lame ... unless they're the Dixie Chicks and hatin' on the current occupant of the White House.

They the get heroic coverage in People and (slightly) higher-class gossip mags like Entertainment Weekly.

I'll eat my greasy hoagie tomorrow. Don't have the stomach for it at the moment.