This Sunday night, VH1 will debut "What Chilli Wants," its latest cross-pollination of dating and celebreality. "What Chilli Wants" stars the "C" from the pop group TLC looking for the "L" that usually stands for "love" in that acronym. Chilli (who describes the show's genesis in the clip above) traverses the dating scene with the help of a no-nonsense love coach named Tionna Smalls. But even if you aren't a TLC fan (though I can't imagine what courses through your veins instead of blood if you identify yourself suchly), "What Chilli Wants" is must-watch television, if only because of Ms. Smalls. If you're not acquainted with her pre-VH1 repertoire, after the jump I'll give you a primer.

While Gawker declared the beginning of the end of the "blogger-author" model in the light of HarperStudio--a Harper Collins imprint with lots of bloggers on its roster--losing its founding publisher, Ree Drummond, founder of the blog, thepioneerwoman.com, just sold the rights to her site to Columbia Pictures. Drummond, who's also the author of a cookbook and an upcoming memoir, has used her blog to document her move to an Oklahoma cattle ranch, her marriage to a cowboy, and her love affair with her basset hound, Charlie. Reese Withersoon (above), whose first name is very similar to Drummond's, will star in the film Columbia is developing that sounds very similar to "Sweet Home Alabama," leaving only the important concern made by AwardsDaily.com columnist Sasha Stone: "Seems like a good fit, one supposes, although Ree is famously a redhead.  Will they dress up Ree —- se to look like Ree?" If so, I hope Witherspoon finds an appropriate wig! Dying her pretty blonde hair might damage it, and I'm sick of being the only one besides Stone who worries about this stuff, frankly.

Gawker posted today about the life-affirming phenomenon that is the Betty White Resurgence, including but not limited to her appearance in a Super Bowl ad for Snickers (above), and a grassroots Facebook campaign to get her to host "Saturday Night Live." The Huffington Post points out that White has "been in show-business for eight decades, and yet, she has never hosted the show," adding that her fans might be able to pressure NBC into offering her the gig just as the masses pressured Tracy Morgan to sign up for a Twitter account. Sign up here to show your support for Betty, and maybe we'll all be treated to a "Golden Girls" sketch featuring Fred Armisen as Dorothy, or an installation of "Dateline NBC" in which Bill Hader's Keith Morrison is overly curious about her husband's grisly death, or at the very least, a monologue in which Rue McClanahan heckles Betty from the front row. I would love that so much I might actually cry right now just thinking about it.

Jill Zarin, one of the "Real Housewives of New York City" who is NOT currently persuing a singing career, is interning today for Gawker.com. Following in the hubris-filled footsteps of James Frey, who fetched lattes for Gawker staffers last December, Zarin, whose book "Secrets of a Jewish Mother" comes out in April, will be answering questions in the comments section of this post all day and later tonight. According to Brian Moylan's post earlier today, Zarin brought gift bags and mugs with her own photo on them for the staff, which earned the carrot-topped fabric maven the privilege of buying tacos for people who get paid to make fun of her. I'm joking, obviously her reward is in the form of sweet, sweet attention. Enjoy it, Jill! And see you in March, when "RHONYC" finally come back.

It's funny how studio executives suddenly realized the danger of employing actors with Twitter accounts. Until recently, there was nothing to prevent them from tweeting something like, "OMG, just read my character gets killed off! WTF?" and revealing a plot twist producers would rather keep secret. (Remember when Paula Abdul tweeted that she wasn't returning to "American Idol"? I'm sure the people at Fox wished there had been something in place to prevent her from dropping that bomb before they were ready.) But now actors have to tweet according to the rules, and Cameron Diaz and Mike Myers of "Shrek 4" (seen above talking about the green ogre on "Inside the Actor's Studio") are among the first to agree to do so.

Gawker reports that Dreamworks wrote an anti-Twitter clause into Diaz's and Myers's contracts, insisting that they refrain from posting updates about the movie's production. I agree: who really cares if we find out Princess Fiona is stepping out on Shrek a little earlier than we're supposed to? But in the grand scheme of things, these clauses make me sad. I'm a really impatient person, and the fact that there's a dam in the stream of celebrity updates is demoralizing. Let's hope Tracy Morgan can show these clauses who's boss.

Look, I love McSweeneys. We all do. The writing is excellent; the organization does great work with kids through its various 826 locations; and we frankly should all be grateful for its part in launching John Hodgman's career. But this iPhone app they announced yesterday...I mean, it's like cutesy preciousness itself, distilled for when you need to twee it up on the go. (Really, I can't top this analysis from Valleywag yesterday, which both described what the app does, and crystallized my thoughts on it eloquently.)

Who would buy this app? I don't think I know any in real life, but I can think of a few on TV.

1. Vanessa Abrams and Dan Humphrey of "Gossip Girl." (You can see them above, out of character as Jessica Szohr and Penn Badgley, respectively, discussing the current season.) Dan, who has so little self-awareness that he disdainfully refers to "the Greenwich Village intelligentsia" even after he's (improbably) been published in The New Yorker, would be especially susceptible to an advertising appeal for this product. But to be fair, these two go to NYU; a McSweeneys iPhone app coupon code probably came printed on their letters of acceptance.

Six more likely customers are after the jump.

In the clip above, a reporter from TheStreet.com polls passersby on their social media use, and if her results -- that far more people in her sample use Facebook compared to Twitter -- then America's future primacy among nations is secure. According to a study cited in The Daily Record (which we found via Gawker), applications like Facebook can make users smarter, because it "requires us to use more memory and information and makes us feel part of a social group," and thereby "trains our brains." I'm not quite sure how Facebook trains my particular brain, unless my speed at rejecting invitations to Little Green Patch or Mafia Wars will eventually help me to stave off senility. But apparently, I should use Facebook as my main social media mode of broadcasting my various doings, since Twitter, the alternative, makes us stupid. The study's author, Dr. Tracy Alloway of Stirling University, reports, "Twitter can cause harm because it produces a stream of information every second with no opportunity to process or manipulate that information." Which, if the information you're taking in comes from @aplusk, is probably a good thing.

One of Gawker's spies was on site at the taping of tonight's episode of "The Late Show with David Letterman," to report on Vogue editor Anna Wintour -- appearing as part of the "charm" offensive surrounding "The September Issue," the new documentary in which she stars. Said spy called Wintour "reptilian," and likened her to Hannibal Lecter...but how do you think she comes across? Gawker doesn't have the video; we do. Check out a preview excerpt, above.

Former Vice President Dick Cheney's been in-and-out of the news since he left office in January, and now he's back in the public eye for his...home decor. That's right, civilian Cheney's controversial again after pictures taken in his home during a wedding party made it to Wonkette and Gawker.

Granted, the offensive items include Gulf War-era Russian nesting dolls and a personalized cattle brand...but really, considering this is Dick Cheney's house (a.k.a. the Death Star), I was expecting much worse. Hit "continue reading" to see the offending pictures.

As we can see in the video above, Oprah's got some clout. She promotes a weird jungle berry, and then an entire continent can't grow them fast enough. She endorses a presidential candidate, and then he wins. She calls author James Frey "a liar," and then he...gets two more book deals? Wait a minute. Shouldn't she have demolished his career by now?

Apparently, even three years after the "Million Little Pieces" debacle, Oprah and Frey are still swinging. Reports have surfaced that Frey had potentially "damaging" videotapes of the talk-show host, to which Oprah responded glibly, "There's no truth to that...It is all fiction. It just makes for a good novel." Zing! Too bad Frey can probably get another book deal -- or at least an internship -- out of the exchange.