Dr. Drew Pinsky: Helping Us With That Rash

Dr. Drew Pinsky: Caller one, you're next on LoveLine.

Caller: Hello Dr. Drew, this is OutFoxed at SFOTD. I'm concerned because every single time I see a picture of you I get this strange sensation and growth in my nether regions. Can you help me?

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Jim Zorn - Redskins Head Coach

In honor of the first week of training camp, I am highlighting a clever, but sadly abused silver fox - Jim Zorn. As the Head Coach of the Washington Redskins, Zorn has either been 100% admired or 100% hated by Redskins fans, sports commentators and Redskins players. One moment he is being hailed a genius that will carry the team to the Super Bowl, and the next he is being asked to leave Washington in a tar and feathers because they were last in the NFC East. (And no I will never give Jerry Jones space on this blog.)

So to show him a little more respect than he gets from other Washingtonians, by objectifying him, here is to you Jim Zorn. Hopefully your silver sides will be beautifully lite in the Florida sun as the Redskins lose again to Jacksonville in the preseason.

Drunken Fool Alexandria, Virginia Chief of Police David Baker

Today’s fox is being posted as a cautionary… tail. (We’ll take a moment to absorb the applause that is surely forthcoming for our restraint in not saying “tail.”) (Yeah, we’re only human.) Smokin’ hot Alexandria, Virginia Chief of Police David Baker went from Silverus Foxus Pillar of the Communitas to drunken fool over the weekend, when he blew a 0.19 (the hell? What was he drinking, Peter O’Toole’s blood?) while trying to get on I-66. (We find that route traumatizing enough when stone cold sober.) Stupid, stupid fox. Do your time and make some serious amends – naked PSAs on our local NBC affiliate would be a start – and come back to us once rehabilitated. Remember, cubs and kittens – even looking jumpable as a trampoline in your dress blues is never – repeat, never ever – an excuse to put lives at risk.

Aaron Hicklin: Out EIC

What a hard act to follow, after FoxySpice upped the ante yesterday and went nuclear with (dare I even type his name?) ... Anderson Cooper. That said, I happened to be perusing the pages of Out magazine today and while I usually skip over "Editor's Letters" for the more hunky D&G ads and shirtless photo spreads, this letter (well photo) caused me to pause. Editor-out-Chief Aaron Hicklin is quite stunning in his official head shot.

Aaron, whenever you want to move a comma or catch our awkward split infinitives, be my guest. At SFOTD, we could use a hard-nosed, firm, unwavering, and dominant ... editor.

SFOTD UPDATE: Anderson Cooper

In yesterday's Washington Post an article entitled "Who Can We Trust Now?" or "Whom Can We Trust Now?" (as titled on the online edition ... Post get your titles straight!) featured people's suggestions of those who meet the Cronkite standard of trustworthiness -- and Mr. Cooper was mentioned.

"I guess Anderson Cooper would be my answer, because he always has that slight bit of cynicism when it's deserved. . . . I always said there are only two reasons to have television: war and pornography. So I guess if it's war, I'd look at him. And I guess if I had to look at any newscaster in a porno film, I'd pick him." -- John Waters, filmmaker.

We applaud Mr. Waters for sharing the same sentiment we have about Anderson. Just don't let us catch you running out the back door when we're at the front!

Patrick Fabian

Actor Patrick Fabian most often plays white-collar professional types in shows such as Boston Legal (attorney), The Mentalist (psychotic industrialist - oops, spoiler!), and Big Love (something... in a white collar), but we're confident that under that sensible raincoat, golf umbrella, bespoke suit, shirt, tie, undershirt and cufflinks beats a defibrillator that positively pulses with passion.

Eric Ripert: Le cuisinier Français

In case you haven't noticed, SFOTD is (at least currently) a DC operation. But we're trying to expand into new parts of the country, and today we "travel" to New York City where French chef Eric Ripert lives, works, cooks, and frolics. This silver pelted Frenchman (Vulpes-Argentus-Erectus-Francophonus) not only knows how to whip up some delicious aubergine, courgette, and escargot, but he was also recently awarded the Légion d'honneur by the French government. Talented and he contributes "to the defence and the prosperity of France," impressionnant! Insert a joke about a baguette here.