“The Prom” is what Washington media call Saturday’s White House Correspondents Association Dinner.

I’m embarrassed to admit that I followed the Ashton Kutcher-CNN Twitter war. I’m even more ashamed that I didn’t smell the rat, despite spotting its tail early on.

We know Kutcher’s schtick. He combines jock humor, unabashed promotion and giant smug hipness, infused with of-the-moment digital gadgetry.

If I see one more PR-spun update on post-breakup Lindsay Lohan, I think my eyeballs will melt.

It's too hard watching Henry VIII have sex on my laptop. I gave it a good try, but I'm going back to the old-fashioned way of watching screeners.

SyFy isn’t common Polish slang for an STD. But not for lack of trying.

Recently, NBCU announced it was rebranding its 17-year-old Sci Fi Channel as SyFy. To be pronounced … Sci Fi. And it’ll come with a new tagline: “Imagine Greater.”

Television newsrooms are like cages full of bunnies who can read teleprompters. The hook-up opportunities they offer should rank as a workplace benefit in job postings.

That mix of ego, libido and proximity causes TV newsers to often come off much hotter than they are, especially to each other. Among its many industry contributions, L.A.’s KCBS allegedly introduced the now-standard observation windows into edit booths because ... well, figure it out.

The ending of life for two very different Englishwomen speaks volumes about celebrity.

With a defiant working-class chip on her shoulder, Jade Goody turned a reality show shot into a career. Embraced and trashed, she converted fame into hosting gigs, exercise videos, two autobiographies and even a fragrance that made her a millionaire and UK household name.

Along the way, she shared endless detail about romances and two sons’ births. Then, in one of the most controversial reality show moments, Goody learned on-camera that she had advanced terminal cancer.