Valentine's Day wasn't just celebrated by Heidi and Spencer. Lots of Hollywood's players came out for the anniversary of love.

Bono raised money for charity, Hayden Panettiere took her little brother on a date, Joy Behar performed a comedy act, Simon Cowell busted out his best baby T — and Paris' publicist even washed the orange off his face to impress a new lady friend!

How did YOU spend Valentine's Day?

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It's nice when shitty people paint themselves like shit to let you know what they're about. It saves everyone a whole lot of time.

I've been wondering about Elliot Mintz, the 61-year-old man who follows a few feet behind Paris Hilton every night. working perpetual damage control (because preemptive work clearly doesn't work with that one), for a while. Beyond the NY Times article about Mintz in which, beyond revealing that he is partially responsible for the public monstrocity that is Hilton, Mintz claims that if he's not out of the celeb-trailing game by July 2007, to remind him that he's a failure, I've just wanted to know how he got there.

Also, I'm just trying to make reason of the fact that John Lennon and Paris Hilton share a friend in MIntz. True story. He compares the two as voices of their generations non-sarcastically. Shudder.

Wikipedia, the loyal mistress, showed me that a young Mintz worked for Pasadena radio station KPPC. While there he shot this promo poster for the station, which lends a perfect canvas for interpreting the dreams of young Mintz. Ever the idealist, I can only imagine that he aspired to someday spend his days trying to make sure Paris Hilton (who was but a twinkle in her parents' eye) didn't expose her ass.

I'm not so good at Photoshop, but the original is on the side, so do you guys have any ideas of what Mintz was dreaming about? Work your magic and send 'em in, folks.

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