Architectural. Ang Lee-approved.

This wasn't a decision easily arrived at, but after much deliberation the results are in: Lucille is officially the best Bluth.

A hearty congrats is in order for the young man who has taught every prepubescent, premature-ejaculating boy that if you can't force Kate Upton to go to prom with you, you can still get a ringer.

You know who really needs more fetishizing? Virgins! Honestly, the thousands and thousands of years of telling women that their only value is in how many (or how few) people they've had sex with just hasn't been enough. Let's keep this party going. Bring out the bridal sheets!

Last week, Chopard jewelry was stolen from a hotel room in Cannes, during the film festival, specifically the same night as the premiere of The Bling Ring. Somehow, the festival has forged ahead, though perhaps ever-so-slightly less radiant. Today, the AP reports that there's been another robbery:

Remember earlier this week when we said that shirtless hunks in ads are the new hot chicks in ads? Apparently there's one advertising arena in which that's not the case: the arena of men's underwear.