JULIA ROBERTS AWARD: Michael Wolff is a hell of a writer, but he's yet another example of a guy who basically cries out "look at me, what about me" in the middle of somebody else's wedding or funeral and then wonders why nobody wants to sit with him at dinner. Memo to Michael, Tim Robbins, Sean Penn, Janeane Garofalo, etc.: This isn't about you. Really, not even a little bit. Oh, and also: Your livelihoods depend to some degree on your popularity. People go to see your movies or read your columns or books ostensibly because they like you and/or they agree with you. If you happen to do or say something that makes a lot of people dislike you, well, don't go crying censorship when your popularity (and your income) declines. That's why Michael Jordan doesn't talk about politics. I'm not saying you should shut up. But don't go bellyaching when your big mouth eventually costs you. As a dear friend's grandparents used to say, "Toughie beans."