WGBH says its hiring the former WTKK talkers to talk away between noon and and 2 p.m. on weekdays on its "Boston Public Radio" show. The move frees up Callie Crossley and Emily Rooney, who currently hold down the microphones then, to do other things, although the station says they'll continue to get some words in edgewise on the show. 'GBH adds that Edgar B. Herwick III will continue to contribute to the show after the changeover on Feb. 25.

Margery Eagan is outraged beyond belief that Robert Kraft made that cheesy demo tape to help out his possible girlfriend. Why, why, why, she sputters, the horny ol' goat has demeaned his children and his saintly late wife.

Not that some rich guy needs any help, but how dare she.

Did Kraft abuse this woman? Did he solicit her in a men's room? Is this woman underage? A Russian spy? A known typhoid carrier?

Really, she's shocked to learn that you can now buy Barbie dolls with breasts. Also, did you get a load of the honkers on that Cape Cod hit-and-run suspect? Quick, somebody get Margery some smelling salts.

Or did she just feel like taking it easy and tossing out a column on nudie teen pix that adds absolutely nothing to the discussion? She should leave the cranky-old-person stuff to Alex Beam - he's much better at it (although I do like the related poll that includes this option: "Nobody ever sends me sexy photos"). Maybe she's still getting over the journalistic disappointment of not being groped on the Red Line the other day or something.

You're busy, so let me sum up Margery Eagan's column today, just in case you don't have the time to read it all:

I'm a woman. I don't like Hillary Clinton. Therefore, women who voted for her wish they could be married to Bill Clinton, and that disgusts me.

Margery Eagan writes some "Oh, mercy, I'm coming down with the vapors!" column about would-be Republican First Ladies showing off their decolletage, and suddenly she's the focus of blinding, white hot fury by Southern Republicans who accuse her of being another Goddamn Yankee Liberal (wait, what? How did I miss the memo that we're all opposed to plunging necklines now?).

The Charleston Daily Mail thunders: