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Chelsea Clinton was in town Friday night, and boy did she have a fabulous time! And why not: She hit all the gay bars in Center City, along with Ed Rendell and Rob Reiner. She even went to Tavern on Camac and Sisters! (Her pub crawl also included Woody's and Bump. What, no Uncle's?) When Chelsea was little, Rush Limbaugh called her ugly and everybody got mad at him. But nobody's calling Chelsea unattractive now. "Chelsea, the gays love you," shouted one gay person. "We love your highlights -- you're gorgeous baby!" said another, which prompted bisexual hottie Anne Dicker...

"Here's Chelsea Clinton listening intently last night to her mother debating Barak. And here's Chelsea Clinton hanging out with some 2,000 cross-dressers over the weekend. These shots of the former First Daughter at the 'Red Dress' Party in Portland are burning up the Internet from www.JustOut.com. No word on whether or not Hillary's camp considers this to be a truly 'hairy situation.'" Video: http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=-9102992554670833423&pr=goog-sl Background and photos: http://www.freerepublic.com/focus/f-news/2002759/posts

I was supposed to ask her questions like "where are you most likely to disagree with your mom or your dad?" or "did you ever call your mom at 3 am and how did she react?" But all I could think of was that: "I am...standing in front of Hill and Bill's kid...in a red Mary Kay Cosmetics Collection dress...I'd just bought that day at the Goodwill...how weird is that?" Yes, Chelsea Clinton made it to the infamous "Red Dress" Party. Not to be confused with that other annual "Red Dress" fundraiser, this is the "Red Dress Party," a mondo-alcohol-fueled...

HUNTINGTON, W.Va. — He stands behind her, guarded and on the lookout. His head is turning left, then right, then left again, the way one watches a tennis match. Philippe Reines could be mistaken for a Secret Service agent for Chelsea Clinton, the former first daughter who is anxious to regain that title. Now, as a crowd surrounds the youngest Clinton at a Marshall University campaign stop, Reines is on the lookout for hangers-on, swooning frat boys and, mostly, looming trouble in the form of microphones, cameras and notepads. When sharp-elbowed television reporters manage to slip through the crowd and...