Today's New York Post has a funny ha-ha story about a lunch meeting sex-crime prosecutor-cum-best-selling novelist Linda Fairstein had with "Harvey Weinstein" about optioning off her new book, "Killer Heat" (in stores next week!). It seems poor Linda set up the meeting with Weinstein thinking he was the legendary Miramax founder and film producer, only to show up at a restaurant and find that the Weinstein she'd been talking to was actually an "octogenarian tuxedo manufacturer" who was a fan of her work. Comical mistaken identity, right? Right, except the story was actually reported in Vanity Fair last March, and centered around a completely different Fairstein book.