White Dress, Brown Mud

If you're looking for the Cotillion just because it's Tuesday, you won't find it. There will be no pretty roundup with lots of great pictures. But if you knock on the door and you know the secret password, you'll be entertained in a far more interesting way.

The "ladies" of the Cotillion are slinging mud, pulling hair, and ripping each other's dresses off our nubile bodies. It's a catfight.

In other words, it's time for the Weblog Awards. Happy voting, y'all.

X-posted to the site that's gonna win