In striking an agreement with Rogers and Bell to buy the Ontario Teachers Pension Plan’s majority stake in Maple Leaf Sports and Entertainment, Larry Tanenbaum apparently dodged a multi-million-dollar bullet. The Globe and Mail reports the pension plan was prepared to can Tanenbaum as MLSE chairman before he played kingmaker in the joint ownership deal between the twin telecom giants. It’s debatable whether Teachers could’ve actually ousted Tanenbaum, who was never directly threatened. But they had plenty of reasons to begrudge the man who reportedly wields “unusual leverage at MLSE, despite holding only 20 per cent.” Of course, with the Bell/Rogers deal that’s now 25 per cent. Read the entire story [Globe and Mail] »

No, Joe Mimran isn’t living out a Will Smith video as part of his bucket list, but he is heading to Miami (where “hot mommies scream ay Papi”) to throw a party at Art Basel. In tandem with The Warhol’s Eric Shiner and Sara Tecchia, Freezy himself will be toasting the arts with a performance from Holly Woodlawn, a nearly 80-year-old drag queen and former Andy Warhol–made superstar. Could this mean that Papa Joe’s empire is expanding even more?

Earlier this week, the Globe and Mail’s “Caption Writing Person” set off an online frenzy with a series of epic one-liners mocking Hollywood excess in the age of the Occupy Everywhere movement. But it wasn’t long before people began wondering—for no good reason, really—whether the Globe had been hacked. For its part, Gawker published a post saying the caption writer had gone “rogue” (an adjective we think remains best reserved for failed vice-presidential candidates). Of course, we’re just grateful that this Can Con moment was far less embarrassing than the usual appearances. Nonetheless, some Toronto Gawker headline highlights, after the jump.

• “Canadian G-20 Flash Mobs Hate Capitalism, Love Smartphones”
The G20 weekend was one embarrassment after another, but Gawker chose to rip on the seeming contradiction between smashing the window of a Starbucks before, uh, liberating a smart phone. They also made some jokes about Quebec.

• “Canadian Newspaper Runs Full-Page Anti-Gay, Anti-Transgender Ad”
Apparently, word reach New York about the National Post’s decision to run (and subsequent weak apology for running) an illogical and transphobic advertisement late last month. Millions of people around the world now know about the Post’s bad decision and the advertiser’s belief that sex education is warping the minds of children. Just don’t tell Gawker that the Sun ran a similar ad shortly thereafter.

• “Mayor’s Office Tries to Hide All Naked Portraits of Toronto Mayor”
We’re not sure who to blame for this one: Now’s editors for choosing to run a doctored image of half-naked Rob Ford, or the mayor himself, who, as Gawker put it, “turned a mildly embarrassing local event into an international story about freedom of the press.”

• “Moron Student Who Accused Jewish Prof of Anti-Semitism: I Am The Victim Here”
Earlier this year, a student at York University accused her professor of anti-Semitism after he uttered the words “All Jews should be sterilized.” The professor was using the statement as an example of an unacceptable opinion, but the student wasn’t paying attention. It was bad enough when the initial news made it to Gawker. It was even worse when the student’s insistence that she was the victim provided material for a follow-up.

• “Canada’s Jersey Shore Copycat Will Piss Off Every Ethnic Group at Once”
Gawker called Toronto’s failed Jersey Shore rip-off “the least important sociological experiment of our time.” That’s actually a pretty generous description, considering the program’s overt racism.

• “Canada Sprayed Teens with Agent Orange Until the ’80s”
The Toronto Star’s discovery that the government had used Agent Orange to clear-brush in Northern Ontario provided some of the paper’s most shocking investigative reporting to date. Of course, we should’ve known Gawker wouldn’t turn this into a story about the strength of Toronto’s newspapers.

“The Elaborate, Lucrative Cancer Lie of Ashley Kirilow”
According to the Star, Ashley Kirilow “shaved her head and eyebrows, plucked her eyelashes and starved herself to look like a chemotherapy patient.” She netted thousands of dollars in the process. On second thought, we’re glad Gawker jumped in on this one. Bless.

“Some Idiot Actually Got a Charlie Sheen Tiger Blood Tattoo”
And that idiot was a Toronto tattoo artist. Ugh.

• Photo caption writer goes rogue [Gawker]

Jon Hamm at the George Stroumboulopoulos Hazel Hotel Takevoer party (Image: JJ Thompson)

One of the many A-list celebrities to grace Toronto’s streets last week for TIFF 2011 was none other than Jon Hamm himself—or as he’s perhaps better known, Don Draper, the enigmatic ad executive he plays on the television show Mad Men. Hamm was a class act throughout TIFF: he took in Toronto sights, went to all the right parties and, of course, looked devastatingly handsome while doing it. Based on Hamm’s short but sweet stay in the Big Smoke, we’ve distilled four rules on how to be a gentlemen—Mad Men style—whilst in Toronto, after the jump.

Rule 1: Make the ladies swoon in everyday life
No doubt, Don Draper is a ladies man; and apparently, Hamm is no different. When he went for a stroll through Yorkville heads turned (gossip queen Lainey’s sure did, anyway).

Rule 2: Dress as a gentleman should (which involves a pocket square)
Classic cut suits, slicked back hair, fedoras—Don Draper is nothing if not stylish. His couture sensibilities seemed to have rubbed off on Hamm, who dressed to impress at all the TIFF events he attended. At George Stroumboulopoulos’ Hazelton Hotel Takeover party he sported a gingham shirt and a perfectly paired pocket square. He also offered Strombo a strong two-handed handshake. Take note, gents.

Rule 3: Hobnob with the rich and (equally) famous
While Mad Men deals with a variety of themes and issues, it certainly presents a rather glamorous image of the advertising world in the 1960s, one characterized by dashing, hard-drinking, chain-smoking executive-types like Draper. Hamm may not share Draper’s vices or character flaws, but he’s certainly got the glamour thing down pat. Hamm cavorted with other A-listers (there were a lot of them) at David Cronenberg’s A Dangerous Method after-party at Grey Goose SoHo House. Apparently, he chatted with Justin Long and Scott Porter while hanging with girlfriend Jennifer Westfeldt. Also in attendance? Bono, George Clooney, Keira Knightley, Ryan Gosling, Evan Rachel Wood, Ewan McGregor and Kirsten Dunst, just to name a few.

Rule 4: Sip your cocktail at a real life speakeasy
It’s almost too fitting that Hamm attended the private after-party for The Oranges with Westfeldt at Goodnight during TIFF. The back-alley, reservations only, speakeasy offers classic old-fashioned cocktails for sipping in its wood-paneled, windowless room. We imagine other attendees did a double take as Hamm slipped past them at the party. “Was that just Don Draper?”

La Société serves up social cachet wrapped in sex appeal, and some decent French food, too (Image: Eugen Sakhnenko)

Four million dollars buys a lot of restaurant, even on Bloor Street, at the heart of the city’s richest retail mile. Charles Khabouth, the nightclub impresario behind La Société, the new, two-storey, 380-seat, more or less slavish recreation of a belle époque Paris bistro, brought in 29 tile workers, many of them from Montreal, to complete the spectacularly elaborate black, white and gold mosaic floors in the restaurant’s main bar and dining room. He and Alessandro Munge, of the Munge Leung design firm, commissioned a stained-glass ceiling for the bistro’s main space (which they’ve backlit, inexcusably, with sallow fluorescent lights), purchased their zinc bar top from France, outfitted the banquettes in brass and burgundy leather, and panelled the room in enough mahogany to deforest the best-endowed of banana republics. The rent, meantime, likely adds $2 million annually to Khabouth’s overhead. He’ll need to sell a lot of steak frites to cover that, but the man isn’t afraid to go big.

Khabouth made his name in nightclubs beginning in the early 1980s and has built a sprawling portfolio since. The company he runs, Ink Entertainment, operates This Is London, Dragonfly, the Dolce Social Ballroom, Guvernment, Koolhaus and Tattoo Rock Parlour. Last year, Khabouth partnered with Munge Leung and a city developer to launch Bisha (from the nickname he had growing up in Beirut), a 41-storey condominium, hotel and restaurant project that’s scheduled to open on Blue Jays Way in 2015. Even before they’d broken ground, Khabouth was calling Bisha a “global brand”; he’s hoping to export the concept to South Beach, Chicago and New York.

He’s also partnered in a string of clubby restaurants, including Spice Route, Briscola Trattoria, Ame and Ultra, the Queen West resto-lounge he opened at a cost of $3.4 million in 2004. With the exception of Ame, the pan-Asian place he co-owns with celebrity chef Guy Rubino and his brother Michael Rubino, Khabouth’s restaurants have never particularly been known for their food. His genius is in building buzzy, sexy, free-spending environments. Though it skews much older than his usual projects, La Société has got scene to burn.

The bistro’s reservations book is a tear sheet from the social pages: Ben Mulroney, Galen Weston Jr., Fashion magazine editor Bernadette Morra, Greta Constanine designers Kirk Pickersgill and Stephen Wong, and at least two thirds of the city’s Junior League ate there in its opening month. Shinan Govani, the gossip columnist, sits in a prime booth at the front of the room. One night, as I slouched with my guests in the dimly lit Siberia at the back, a procession of society wives, a few of them dressed like superannuated showgirls from La cage aux folles, led their glad-handing, silk and cashmere summer sweater–shouldering husbands on grand tours of the space. They paraded past young partner-track lawyers who punched at their BlackBerrys as their filets de saumon à la dijonnaise congealed, past impossibly handsome 20-somethings in Sperry Top-Siders and mankles, past business titans and big-ticket British tourists downing Veuve (of course) as if by the case.

If you hope to score a table on either the streetside or second-level patio, you can make a request, but not a reservation (unlike a reservation, the telephone requestervationist explained to me, a request doesn’t guarantee a seat). I’m not certain how democratically this policy is applied. The upper patio was overrun with aggressively underdressed young women one recent sultry evening, while the best the pikers (including yours truly) could do was gawk and drool from behind the glass. Dina Pugliese, the Breakfast Television host, appears to sit precisely wherever she wants.

Khabouth works the floor in dark pants, a dark shirt, a dark skinny tie and a dark schoolboy blazer, directing traffic, answering phones, shaking hands and airmailing kisses; he knows at least every third person who comes through the door. But the reason La Société succeeds as a restaurant (and it does, sort of) is Tony Longo, Ink Entertainment’s director of food and beverage and La Société’s floor boss. Longo worked his way up from busboy at the Royal York in the ’70s to manager at Centro in 1989, when Centro felt like the most important, most luxurious place a person could ever eat. He became a partner there in 1995 and then reinvented Splendido with chef David Lee in 2001. Like Khabouth, he knows everybody who matters. He knows how to run a room.

Read page 2 of Chris Nuttall-Smith’s review »

Well, apparently there’s no crying in basketball, either. After Miami Heat head coach Erik Spoelstra intimated to the assembled media that some of his players may or may not have shed a few tears in the wake of a one-point loss to the Chicago Bulls on Sunday, the media completely lost its mind. South of the border, radio and television networks gossiped relentlessly, and the speculation machine went into overdrive. Spoelstra didn’t mention who cried, just that some did. And the chattering classes simply couldn’t control themselves. The phrase “crying shame” has never been to put to so much use.

Today, for some reason, the Toronto dailies decided to get in on the act, too. We suspect they didn’t want to feel left out, with all the unsubstantiated reporting going around. The Sun ran a Reuters story on weeping Miami, and the Star published not one, but two articles (including a column) on crying in sports. In a word: really?

If it wasn’t for the wonderful excuse to watch old YouTube clips of A League of Their Own that Crygate has created, this story would be entirely useless (we suggest watching old clips of A League of Their Own on YouTube, by the way). There have been reports on why men cry, how they cry and on the protocol surrounding when a good man-cry is acceptable. Spoelstra even clarified his earlier remarks, noting that his charges didn’t actually cry but just had “glossy eyes.” It’s enough to make a grown man shed a few tears.

Anyway, we’re going to get back to our movie. The part where Geena Davis leaves the team is coming up. That part always leaves us weepy.

• Heat weep after crunch-time failure [Toronto Sun]
• Crying is OK, but admitting it is apparently not [Toronto Star]
• Kelly: (Don’t) Cry me a river, Miami Heat [Toronto Star]

Gosling and Wilde were first caught on camera in January, flirting at a Golden Globes after party. This was just weeks after Wilde announced her split from husband of eight years, Tao Ruspoli, who, incidentally, happens to come from Italian royalty. Gosling is currently in Cincinnati filming a movie with George Clooney but—cue the chorus of “awww”s and/or jealous expletives—he managed to steal away from the set to spend some quality time with Wilde at an aquarium, all of which was caught on tape by an adoring (and somewhat stalker-ish) fan.

Unfortunately, the video has been removed from YouTube and other Web sites, but it featured Gosling in a blue baseball cap alongside Wilde, and included entertaining commentary from the videographer (sample caption: “I’m totally pretending to tape random stuff so that my creepy stalkerness wasn’t too obvious”). This is a blow for hopeful Gosling suitors everywhere, but with Ryan’s ability to melt hearts and Olivia’s status as one of the sexiest extant humans, this seems like a power couple in the making.

Natalie Portman: talented and deserving young role model, or intolerably smug and overrated?
Until this year, she was one of my most major girl crushes. But then there was that horrible, insipid speech at the Golden Globes [see left]. It was as if a cloak was thrown off of her to reveal her true, smug self. And that sweetie, baby girl voice drives me crazy. She’s almost 30. It’s a bit much.

Both Gwyneth and Nicole Kidman (a.k.a. Granny Freeze) will be attending this year. What are you expecting from two of your most regular blog subjects?
I’m expecting that Nicole will come with her musician husband and Gwyneth [who is performing a song from her movie Country Strong] will not, because she never does. Keith and Nicole will be all over each other. There will be a lot of hugging and touching and gazing into each other’s eyes. I get why Gwyneth [who is married to Coldplay’s Chris Martin] wants to keep her personal life separate, and for most times, I think it’s the right approach. Not everyone needs to be Demi and Ashton—those two would show up to the opening of a tuna can together.

What are the big pre-Oscar buzz topics right now?
There’s quite a lot of talk about Sandra Bullock. It’s the one-year anniversary of her win for The Blind Side. At the time, we all thought it was the happiest time in her life. Then, about a week later, her entire world fell apart when she found out about her husband’s cheating. She’s returning to the scene of the crime to present this year’s Best Actor trophy, and it will be her first public appearance. There is also talk that Penélope Cruz will make her first public appearance with her husband, Javier Bardem, who’s nominated for Best Actor. She just had a baby, but if she does show up, I’m sure her body will be insane.

Does this year’s guest list include any potential awkward run-ins, à la Brad and Jen?
People are really talking up the whole Sandra vs. Scarlett rivalry. [Scarlett Johansson recently split from her husband, Ryan Reynolds, who, according to the tabloids, is now romancing Sandra Bullock.] It’s a good story, so I understand the value from a gossip perspective, but it’s just not true.

How do you think James Franco and Anne Hathaway will fare as hosts?
I think they will do great and I’m really excited to see how they handle it. There will be people who don’t get it, but I like that the Academy is trying something new. And they picked the perfect people—two of the most acclaimed actors of their generation, who are able to straddle the old-world glamour, the new young Hollywood icon circle and the studios.

Are you predicting any upsets or is there an upset you would most like to see?
I would love to see Annette Bening (The Kids Are All Right) beat Natalie Portman (Black Swan), but I don’t think that’s going to happen. A lot of people are predicting a win for Hailee Steinfeld (True Grit) in the Best Supporting Actress category, after Melissa Leo [who has won most of the season’s major trophies for her role in The Fighter] put out that terrible “for your consideration” campaign. The pictures are so poor, and she actually paid for it with her own money, which is pretty unheard of. It’s just so egregious and it left a bad taste in a lot of people’s mouths.

What was your favourite movie of 2010?
I loved Inside Job, the documentary about the financial crisis narrated by Matt Damon. It was just so informative. In terms of the 10 movies nominated for best picture, my favourite is Inception. It is an original idea from an exciting director, and it had both critical acclaim and commercial success, which doesn’t happen often. It’s still not going to win, though. Between the two real horses in this race, my vote is for The King’s Speech. And I think it’s going to win.

Can you share some predictions for best and worst dressed?
For best dressed, I’m predicting Cate Blanchett because, well, she’s Cate Blanchett. And for worst, if Katy Perry shows up, it will be her. If not, I guess Hilary Swank. Her look is not my style. It’s always so aggressive.

You’ve been covering the Oscars for years now. Is there a favourite moment from the broadcasts that stands out?
I thought it was really great when Ben Stiller dressed up as Joaquin Phoenix a couple of years ago. Totally hilarious.

Celebrity most likely to bring the crazy this year?
Oh, definitely James Franco. He’s just so unpredictable with the whole actor-artist-student persona. He recently joined Twitter and posted a picture of his pee. I’m pretty sure he’ll do something that will have people talking the next day.

eTalk at the Oscars, with Elaine Lui. Sunday, Feb. 27, 6:30 p.m., on CTV.

(Image: CTV)

Our ears perked up last month when we heard about a study out of the University of Toronto’s Rotman School of Management that gave scientific credence to the so-called Best Actress Academy Award Curse. For the uninitiated, the curse refers to how Best Actress Oscar winners seem more likely to split from their spouses than fellow nominees (see: Sandra Bullock, Reese Witherspoon, Kate Winslet, Hilary Swank and Halle Berry, as well as old Hollywood icons Bette Davis and Joan Crawford). At first, we wondered if crunching Hollywood heartbreak numbers is the most effective use of our city’s most beautiful minds (doubtful), but soon we moved onto more useful thoughts, such as: could the Rotman findings be used to help predict this Sunday’s Best Actress Oscar winner?

The Toronto study looks at what happens post-Oscar, but apply a little Freakonomics-style chicken-and-egg skepticism and all of a sudden it’s unclear what came first: the golden statue or the marital strife. Perhaps a troubled personal life is more likely to inspire an Oscar-worthy performance. With this hypothesis in mind, we examine this year’s nominees »

TRUE DAT: Skins gets it right

• The multi-layered obsession with virginity loss, sex in general, drugs and all-night benders feels pretty true to form. Sure, there are other things to think about in high school, but none of them feel so earth shatteringly important at the time.

• Sid snacks on fries and gravy in the cafeteria. Despite Jamie Oliver’s best efforts, all iterations of deep-fried potato product remain a staple of the high schooler’s diet.

• Party at a random rich girl’s house. As an adult, it’s funny to imagine forcing your way into a social gathering where you don’t know the host and have every intention of trashing the house, but in high school, this type of thing is called “Friday.” Especially if your unwilling host—who foolishly thought she was just having a few friends over—lives in a mansion with a fully stocked liquor cabinet. There’s a reason this has been a plot line on every sitcom since teenagers were let on TV.

• Cadie offers to have sex with Stanley even though she knows he loves Michelle. Doesn’t every high school have a beautiful but painfully insecure girl who doesn’t know the difference between sex and self-worth?

BULLSHIZ: Skins gets it wrong

• Do drug dealers really have business cards? We think not. And would a drug dealer really go by the preposterously conspicuous name Maddison Maurice Le Dong? Ditto.

• It also seems unlikely that 16-year-old Stanley would be buying weed from a silver-haired dude in an Adidas jumpsuit. Last time we checked, high school drug dealers look like this.

• The gang shares a joint in a washroom stall, and while we’re not doubting the getting stoned during school hours part, we wonder why this 2011 school isn’t equipped with smoke detectors.

• Tony tries out for the choir at the neighbouring all-girls private school in the hopes of getting even more female attention. A funny plot point, but would a real 17-year-old go to all that trouble? Doubtful. Unless, of course, Tony is some sort of deranged sociopath. Come to think of it, his exercise scene is pretty American Psycho.

• What was with all the cringe-worthy wordplay surrounding a certain female anatomy part? The labia love tunnel, the furry city, worshipping at the coochie shrine? First of all, gross. And second of all, real teenagers do not talk like Dan Savage.

We know Scott Pilgrim was a big box office disappointment, and yes, Cera must be absolutely reeling over the success of The Social Network, given that he was apparently considered for the Zuckerberg role, but has it really come to hanging out with a man who cleans homes in Connecticut for a living? Oh, wait. That was Tony Micelli.

To be clear, we’re not being snobby. We spend much of our young lives wishing that Who’s the Boss trivia master was a legitimate career option. But still, Cera is an actor on his way up, while Tony is, well, not. So what’s the connection? Our hope is that Danza is being considered for a cameo in the Arrested Development movie. Either that or they’re considering a Who’s the Boss remake. Cera is one bowl cut away from being a dead ringer for Jonathan Bower.

• What could this possibly be about? [Lainey Gossip]

(Images: Danza, Corey Schaffer; Cera, ynnil)

Justin Bieber shopping (Image: jake.auzzie)

Justin Bieber will be guest starring in another episode of CSI: Crime Scene Investigation this February 17, just in time for sweeps week. Loyal CSIers and devout Beliebers may recall his much-hyped appearance on the show last September, which lasted a total of 3 minutes and 25 seconds and consisted of lines like: “I was just gonna scare the cops, not blow them up.” Now he’s back, reprising the role of Jason McCann in an episode with the mindblowing meta title, “Targets of Obsession.” Please keep expectations realistic: a Stratford-born child does not a thespian make.

In other news, a photo of Bieber making out with a random Torontonian recently surfaced on the Web and instantly went viral. The alleged kiss, with a girl identified only as “Michelle,” took place behind Yorkville’s Four Seasons Hotel this summer while the Biebs was in town for a concert.

On days like this, we can’t help but wonder if the Bieber Saturation Point actually exists. The BSP is that critical juncture hypothesized by exhausted entertainment bloggers at which the public, having decided they’ve had their fill of Justin Bieber-related news items, stands up, fists raised, and shouts, “No! The next time young Mr. Bieber frolicks on a beach with Kim Kardashian, why don’t you not tell us about it!”

To date, the BSP has proven to be a mythical moment of the Y2K variety.

• Justin Bieber to guest star on ‘CSI’ again [Globe and Mail]
• Bieber makeout photo goes viral [Toronto Sun]
• Justin Bieber’s total screen time on CSI: 3 minutes, 25 seconds [Toronto Life]

(Image: Jake Auzzie)

We all know that pop heartthrob Justin Bieber is the object of affection of innumerable prepubescent girls. So when photos of the Stratford sensation cozying up to Disney actor Selena Gomez surfaced on the Web, it’s none too surprising that more than a few flew into a digital tizzy.

Gomez and Bieber have denied any romantic involvement, with 18-year-old Gomez describing 16-year-old Bieber as “one of my best friends.” Bieber recently said of Gomez, “We just like to hang out. People shouldn’t be stopping us from going out to dinner and things like that.” But photos that recently surfaced on the Web of the two leaning in to kiss while on vacation in St. Lucia would seem to imply otherwise. For many of Bieber’s fans, this was simply too much to take, so they took to Twitter with some (hopefully harmless) death threats for Gomez.

A sampling:

“@selenagomez I’ll kill you I swear on GOD!!!!”

“@selenagomez If you are the Girlfriend of Justin I will Kill you I HATE YOU :@ !!!”

It’s not the first time that thoughts of Bieber in the arms of another have incited Belieber rage. Back in May, Kim Kardashian received similar Twitter death threats after Bieber joked she was cute while hanging with her at a White House Correspondents dinner. That incident prompted a spectacularly awkward Elle photo spread and some pretty ridiculous May-December love affair speculation.

The Gomez-Bieber connection seems more like the real deal. Let’s hope the two can keep it under wraps and out of the glossies, for the sake of Gomez’s safety and sanity, and for those of us who would rather not see a couple of teenagers making out in the pages of every fashion mag in town.

• Photos of Justin Bieber and Selena Gomez kiss spark threats [Toronto Star]
• Justin Bieber & Selena Gomez Kiss Off the New Year [TMZ]
•Today in Bieber news: more German gaffes, death threats and hair trends [Toronto Life]
• Justin Bieber and Kim Kardashian’s Elle spread = awkward [Toronto Life]

Ryan Gosling: Burlington or bust (Image: friskytuna)

Do we really need more reasons to love Ryan Gosling? Yeah, yeah, we know he’s dating a Gossip Girl, but let’s just put that unfortunate match out of our minds for a minute and swoon over the ukulele scene in Blue Valentine. Then there was the recent interview in which, when asked to sing whatever song came into his head, Gosling broke into the My Little Pony theme (Blake Lively probably doesn’t even know what a My Little Pony is). So we hardly need another reason to crush on Canada’s hunk with a heart, but here it is anyway: the Goz spent the holidays not at Chateau Marmont and not on some Lohanian coke bender but back home with his mom in Burlington, Ontario.

This is one Hollywood heartthrob who hasn’t forgotten where he came from (though to be fair, as home to Canada’s largest rib festival, Burlington is no slouch in the stomping grounds department). A fan spotted Gosling visiting the local Best Buy on Boxing Day, which means—sigh—he’s frugal and into electronics (or interminable lines and underinformed staffers). Then, just this week, the actor was spotted at Pearson airport.

Oh, to be a fitted black baseball hat.

• New Year at home [Lainey Gossip]