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Night of the hunter

Moving from a purple reign to some possible surrendering of the pink, I went to Marquee and congratulated RACHEL HUNTER on her Playboy cover pictorial. But not about to look at it, I had to ask ROD's ex (not to mention "Stacy's Mom") if she showed her naughty New Zealand bits, which more people probably want to see than anyone's newfound wiener. Nah, she said blithely, "it's not about being spread-eagle and showing it all." She tastefully unveiled only the bazoombas, just like my Courtney did on Letterman! And at Wendy's! And at Irving Plaza!

Best of the worst
photo: David LaChapelle
Best of the worst

In the same Playboy issue, 50 CENT makes those incendiary comments about how he doesn't like to be around gays. (Funny—I simply adore hanging with people who've been arrested on felony drug charges.) "It was more shocking than my spread," Hunter admitted about the remarks. "I thought, 'You've just gone to a dangerous area.' " Speaking of which, where's the stage?


Bi the bi . . .

Between FABIEN BASABE and STAR JONES's betrothed, the columnists who've crucified me for years over outing are suddenly having a field day trying to pull people out of the closet. I'd be furious, but I'm just too darned titillated about it all. (Sidebar: Here's Star Jones on The View in '99: "I sure don't want to marry somebody who is gay.") Meanwhile, the same scribes gave way too much ink to JAYSON BLAIR's tawdry tome, but the public has spoken and the book ranked a measly number 7,489 on Amazon last Monday. That's 7,391 notches below The Very Hungry Caterpillar Board Book!

I'll leave you with my No. 1 exclusive item of the last 15 minutes: On All My Children, bitch goddess supreme Erica (SUSAN LUCCI) will soon be putting a nightclub act together and taking it to that cultural mecca, Las Vegas. In fact, they're casting her flamboyant choreographer and earth-mother makeup lady as we speak! Oh, and the No. 1 joke of the week: So Jacko wants to do a movie in which he plays a car that gets ridden, as it were, by a boy? He should call it Kiddie Kiddie Bang Bang. (And yes, I thought of that before LENO did—eat your fuckin' hearts out.)


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