The NY Press presents the 50 Most Loathsome New Yorkers with such delightful bits as:

23 Harvey Weinstein, Producer

A boorish film-industry mixture of Al Goldstein, Laurent Kabila and Adolf Hitler, the space-devouring Miramax creature has earned a reputation from Paris to the Punjab as perhaps the worst-behaved party guest in the history of the human race. The imposing 250-pound hulk of feverishly sweating dealmaker has a well-documented history of publicly confronting tiny female antagonists (screaming and thrusting a finger at Universal chairman Stacey Snider, tossing a handful of torn-up audience questionnaires at the feet of director Julie Taymor) and brittle literary figures like Graydon Carter. A new Miramax project called Jersey Girl--wedding the overrated Kevin Smith and revolting star couple Jennifer Lopez and Ben Affleck--says everything about where he has taken the indie film movement that he once got so much credit for building up.

and who can forget:

4 Ann Coulter, Pundit

Yes, she does live here. What a depressing age we live in, when a horse-faced Tri-Delt who spends her days hurling genocidal threats at foreigners and liberals--whose best come-hither look promises jackboots, pepper gas and the switch--can somehow be considered a sex symbol. What's next? Vlad the Impaler Beanie Babies? A children's show called Joseph McCarthy's Neighborhood? Please, before it's too late, bring back Charlene Tilton, and send this pampered, vicious bitch back to the stenographic pool where she belongs.