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The Devil may wear prada and Superman may wear tight red briefs but what's really should get you hot and bothered on a long holiday weekend is Amy Sedaris in prosthetic teeth and high rise pants. Wooh-wee, that's some sexy stuff.

The Hollywood Reporter says that Meryl Streep will be playing the Anna Wintour-inspired devilish boss in the movie of The Devil Wears Prada. Streep has already played another Conde Nast employee, New Yorker writer Susan Orlean, in Adaptation, so we can't wait until she plays Graydon Carter or Jeff Jarvis next (hey, she played a rabbi in Angels in America - she can probably do it!). We think that someone like Lara Flynn Boyle, with aging makeup, would be more physically like Wintour, but these are the movies and Streep can play insane well (see Manchurian Candidate, She-Devil, and Death Becomes Her). Streep does have experience playing people in journalism - she was a thinly veiled Nora Ephron (who wrote for Esquire) in Heartburn.

You can tell a lot about a year by seeing which posts were popular, and from Gothamist's standpoint, it's been a banner year for our readers who are perverts or nerds (we're hoping the loyal readers are both). Here are a few of our most popular posts: Thoughts on the Matrix Reloaded; 100 Best Songs; when we pretended to know all about friendster messages; Paris Hilton sex tapes and her SNL appearance; Nicole Richie's racial identity; What not to do when you blog; Jelly Kelly; Best Movie Sex Scenes; Michael Jackson's mugshot; Nudist camps for teenagers; Blackout Edition; Lever House Restaurant; Metrosexuals; Hating Lauren Weisberger (related, Weisberger on her boss Anna Wintour ), Jayson Blair, Blair Hornstine; Larry Wachowski's possible sex change; anything on teenaged stars, speficially Hilary Duff (related, her nutty fans); the New York City Blackout Edition; and our Events page, brought to life by editor Mindy and intern Willa.

The Observer hits two things Gothamist loves to talk about:

Gothamist has decided to share with you one of our favorite games. Born out of some discussion about a party invite list, "I Believe You Know My Date..." isn't really a game in the traditional sense: It's more a way of annoying and humoring your friends. The premise is that you're bringing a date (could be a romantic interest, it could be a friend) to some function that your friends will be attending. And you introduce your date by saying, "I believe you know my date...your first serious boyfriend who cheated on you." Or "I believe you know my date...that professor who gave you an A-minus, ruining your GPA!" Obviously specificity is preferred (for example, a good one for us might be: "I believe you know my date, Lauren Weisberger") as it shows you know which of your friends' buttons to push. Another variation is a shared discussion of "dates" for some other person, which lets you dish about that friend who is not present. The idea is simple, your friends' pasts are rich, and "I believe you know my date..." can make for minutes, if not drunken hours ("I believe you know my date...Saddam Hussein.") of fun. Getting your friends to give a smirk or ruefully smile or start laughing is the ideal goal, although getting a "harrumph" and some sulking might show you know your friend's hang-ups too well.

The Devil Wears Prada author and recent favorite Gothamist punching bag Lauren Weisberger must have gotten the memo from her publishers about toning down the "ungrateful brat" element of her shtick because her appearance on the Today Show showed a humbler, gentler Weisberger for our times. Campbell Brown asked if the editor in The Devil Wears Prada was really based on Anna Wintour; Weisberger demured and, taking a piece of Kate Betts' advice, said that she was lucky to have a "vantage point" few get by working at Vogue. She said her relationship with Anna was "professional" and had not spoken with Anna re: THE BOOK.

Gothamist Hates Lauren Weisberger
It's official: Gothamist thinks Lauren Weisberger is dumb as a brick.

Kate Betts, late of Harper's Bazaar, tackles and reviews the eagerly awaited (eagerly awaited by a small but influential cartel of media and fashion types) book, The Devil Wears Prada. The Devil being Anna Wintour, Vogue editor, the author being Lauren Weisberger, a former Anna assistant.