LITTLEST. FUED. EVER.

First, there was Paris Hilton and Nicole Ritchie.

Then (in descending order) Donald and Rosie, Jeremy Priven and John Cusack, followed by two random guys fighting over a parking space.

And now comes Mark Lund and Johnny Weir.

Does anyone, anywhere really care what the former editor of International Figure Skating Magazine said about the U.S. Men's Figure Skating Champion on an obscure television show so far up the cable dial even infomercials don't bother with it?

This is a fued?

(In the interest of full disclosure, I once worked for Mark at IFS, and have also often stated on this blog in the past that I am not a fan of Johnny's; I just don't like little, itty, bitty skating limbs. Same reason I'm not crazy about Sasha Cohen or Belbin & Agosto. They remind me of Hobbits on Ice.)

Of course, this fued coming out (no pun intended) as Mark has a new magazine to promote and Johnny is headed into a National Championship its uncertain he's favored to win couldn't possibly be contrived on their parts, could it? They couldn't both be fanning flames for the purpose of self-interest, trying to remind the indifferent world at large that their opinions are relevant. Or even that they, you know, are still alive.

No one would be that desperate, would they?

Cui bono?