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Some people watch the Super Bowl for the game, some people watch it because they know there will be Buffalo wings at the gathering, and some people watch it for the ads. You can thank Ridley Scott, Chiat/Day and Apple for making Super Bowl Commercial Analysis as big as Monday Morning Quarterbacking. There are many places where you can watch last night's ads - Google Video, USA Today, AdAge, the NY Times - but Gothamist wants to talk about our favorites. We'd have to say the Burger King Whopperettes were awesome during the last 20 seconds, but the build-up was pretty annoying; BK bonus: the website lets you build your own burger. And because we things about stupid humans, Gothamist is a fan of the Bud Light's Magic Frdge spot. We would have hoped the Mastercard spot with MacGyver could have had Selma and Patty in it (the Simpsons did the MasterCard spot last year) and we think the FedEx spot was kind of goofy. The ESPN Mobile spot's usage of Chad and Jeremy's A Summer Song was cute, but it only made us want to see Rushmore again - or listen to the soundtrack. The Diet Pepsi ads were also dumb, but for a maybe fun NYC fact, we think the P.Diddy one was shot at the Power Station (it looked like it anyway...and sorry, Jay Mohr, your big news will be your engagement to Nikki Cox, not these ads). And who knew it was a Nassau Country Girl Scout Chorus that sang "True Colors" for the Dove ad?

Hillary Duff is on the cover of Teen Vogue. Gothamist's favorite teen queen, Molly Ringwald, is in New York magazine, which reveals she's writing for local newspapers (though not in NYC) as well as acting!

Watch the brilliant mascot spot at the Peanut Gallery. Gothamist loves the Syracuse Orange, because any mascot that has a body that prevents it from grabbing something with both hands is the best. He lumbers, he can't guard the Blue Devil...he totally got picked last in gym class and that's why Gothamist relates to Syracuse Orange the most.

Stuart Elliott of the Times loved Shards O'Glass, but felt the Frito Lay grandparent smackdown "used physical comedy so broad it made 'Dude, Where's My Car?' seem like Molière," making that the closest Ashton Kutcher will ever get to French classics.