Guy candy: Owain Yeoman strips down for PETA

PETA's "getting naked is the best way to simultaneously protest animal cruelty, get a load of attention, and make people happy" campaign isn't limited to female celebrities. Like Battlestar Galactica's Jamie Barber who ditched his duds in February to raise awareness about the killing of bears, The Mentalist's Owain Yeoman is now casting his vote for vegetarianism by peeling off his shirt. Anyone else suddenly hungry for a salad?

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Pop poison!

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Here's a dirty little secret: we spend our days (when not scouring the Internet for Popnography worthy gossip) looking forward to our next chance to eat. In fact, while you might think an office filled with homos and straight women would consider carbs a mortal enemy -- our new "Bagel Friday" party is definitely the highlight of our work week.

So it's with a heavy heart (and an empty stomach) that we relay the following saddening snack news: the Peanut Corporation of America issued a safety recall of Disney’s Hannah Montana Peanut Chocolate Granola Bars due to possible salmonella contamination. That's right: those tasty Miley Cyrus treats you've been scarfing down like there's no tomorrow (or more specifically no judgmental looks ahead of you Friday night at the bar) might not just make you fat -- they might make you DEAD!

Here are the specifics of the recall:

Disney Hannah Montana Peanut Chocolate Granola Bar Boxes of 6 or 18 bars, 22 g each with the UPC codes 0 53847 20587 9 *, 0 53847 24451 9 *, 0 53847 20610 4 *. 1H001 through 3H365; 1J001 through 3J365; 1K001 through 3K029.

So clean out those cupboards and switch over to Cheetah Girl fruit snacks.

Previously > Stuff your face with this one!

Stuff your face with this one!

I would never walk around the Out office carrying a slice of pizza -- that would be like showing up at a vegan potluck with a few sticky pounds of baby back ribs in your picnic basket. Still, there's no way I could feel guilty about occasionally noshing on less-than-healthy, non-macrobiotic delights (bacon egg and swiss sandwiches after a crazy night out) after reading my favorite new blog, This Is Why You're Fat. They list ridiculous, impossibly fattening and hysterical foods found on various food and photo sites. Too-skinny gays be damned!

My absolute personal favorite is Turbaconucken. No -- it's not a sex position or a disparaging term for a Canadian -- it's a Turducken (Turkey stuffed with a duck, stuffed with a chicken) wrapped in bacon.
Simply divine! But there's other bacon entries that are truly excessive, like 2 pounds of bacon wound around a two pound sausage and covered in barbecue sauce, weird entries like a sixty pound rice crispy treat, or truly disgusting ones, like the romlette (an omelette made of Ramen noodles). Hurl!

I swear, this hilarious blog was made for the millions of Paula Dean-worshipping Americans who stuff their faces all day, thinking about quantity over quality. Or maybe it's to make fun of them? Either way -- I'm right there with them and I'll keep tuning in for new recipe ideas until my heart explodes (from adoration and/or grease)!

-- JOSEPH ALEXIOU

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“I want a good fuck and some carbohydrates. Good spaghetti and good sex.”

-- Lady GaGa on what she wants for Valentine's Day

Fair-weather Facebook friends beware: Burger King is coming for you

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I have a love/hate relationship with Facebook. True, it's gotten me -- and kept me -- in touch with people that I had forgotten about (sometimes on purpose -- nothing worse than encountering an innocent "friend request" only to learn it's from that horribly cocky loser with the framed Anne Geddes "baby dressed as a pea pod" print above his bed you dated for a few weeks in the spring of 2005) but scanning the 250 "friends" I'm connected to this morning made me realize I don't really care about at least 3/5 of them. There are some I can't even remember approving!

If you're in the same position  -- and you must be -- I know you are! -- I have a little incentive to weed out some of the riffraff from your Facebook friends list. Burger King is offer a free Whopper to anyone who deletes 10 friends from their account. That's right -- delete 10 people and they'll send you a coupon for a burger courtesy of the fast food chain's chef ... er ... grill master ... er ... gangly teenage kid with a spatula and (hopefully) a hairnet.

Even better -- your Facebook account will announce each time you've deleted someone to score your complimentary grub by listing "Noah sacrificed That Girl He Went To Junior High With And Couldn't Care Less About for a Free Whopper" in your activity feed.

Sadly, you can only qualify for one free Whopper but that doesn't mean you have to stop once you've deleted 10 friends. The burger really isn't the point (I can't remember the last time I ate at Burger King) -- instead, why not let this serve as the catalyst you need to nix the nobodies you feel -- at best -- lukewarm about? Let's declare 2009 the year of less is more and let it begin with free fast food.

-- NOAH MICHELSON

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Mario Batali & Michael Stipe's lunch date

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In the latest expression of their mutual BFF adoration society, restaurateur Mario Batali dug deep and bid $20,000 to win buddy Michael Stipe's creation for the Lunchbox Auction for the Food Bank of NYC.

Always an overachiever in his own quiet way, Stipe told the Daily News: "I made a bronze camera and buried it in chocolate inside the lunchbox, so you have to chisel it out." They also wanted to know what he packed for lunch as a kid, and though I'm not sure why, now I feel obligated to pass it along: "Carrot sticks and peanut butter-and-cheddar cheese sandwiches."

I swear, I'm not even implying there's something going on with these two. I just love that they're so out and proud in displaying their obvious affection for each other. Aww.

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It's getting hot in here: Top Chef comes to NYC

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[Note: Spoilers Ahead! Spoilers Ahead! Spoilers Ahead!]

Behold! The powerful gods of glossy reality television have, yet again, bestowed upon us Top Chef. Set in one of the food capitals of the world, New York City, we can already tell judging by the not one, but two, elimination challenges to appear on Wednesday's premiere episode that the seventeen remaining contestants are in for a hellish time. You know the drill -- one day you're in, and the next day you're... Whoops, Bravo-catchphrase-jumble!

Adding salience to the aura of "making it in the Big Apple," hosts Padma Lakshmi and Tom Colicchio -- with respective arm scar and bald head aglow -- had readied an apple peeling quickfire competition before the cheftestants were allowed to move into their Williamsburg loft. The loser of the challenge, Lauren from Jag’s Seafood and Steak in Cincinnati, was immediately sent home, leaving cute, young -- but perhaps too inexperienced -- CIA student Patrick to fill the last spot of the Top Chef Brooklyn kennel.

Safe in their new home, for the moment, the cheftestants mingled, ate salad, drank wine, and compared strange technical cooking terms together. Overlooking McCarren Park, the show's gays, Patrick, Richard, and Jamie, lounged on their patio furniture, dubbing themselves "Team Rainbow." Jamie is a lesbian locavore from San Francisco who doesn't like being told what to do, and Richard is a wisecracking bear from San Diego who works in a bar called "Pecs" back home. And for that, we love him.

During the elimination challenge -- in which the chefs paired off against each other to create dishes inspired by neighborhoods like Astoria, Queens, and Little Italy -- Richard and Jamie were pitted against each other. But it was in fact Patrick who dulled the colors of Team Rainbow and was sent home for his lackluster Chinatown-inspired dish of gummy rice noodles and bok choy. It's ok! He’s only 21 years old. We wonder if his casting wasn't inevitably ill fated from the start, though...

Also missing from the first episode was regular judge and cultural omnigay Ted Allen. Perhaps he'll swoop in next week to complete the triangle of Team Rainbow that has found itself so suddenly missing an edge.

-- MIKE BERLIN

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