34th Street Editor-in-Chief: Doree Shafrir

"When she was in pre-school, I wouldn't let her get some yellow clogs," her mother, Robbie, said. Since then, there's always something interesting on the feet of 34th Street's new editor-in-chief. The shoe fetish, of course, is only the beginning of other serious compulsions for this punky editoress. High school chum Anya Yurchyshyn explained Shafrir's sickness. "She's a complete psychopath when it comes to shopping," Yurchyshyn sadly noted. "She's prone to spending obscene amounts of money on things she can't afford." Various addictions cropped up throughout Shafrir's days as a playful New England youth. Her sister mournfully described Shafrir's first signs of alcoholism. "When she was a sophomore in high school, we were playing hide and go seek in her closet," the tearful sibling choked out. "We found a 12-pack of Rolling Rock." According to the younger Shafrir, who shall remain nameless, Doree's only explanation was, "It's not mine. It's my friends'." Yes, denial too. It's all there. The lowest of lows, though, occurred during an incident known only as "The Tea Pot Affair." "She got unreasonably intoxicated," Yurchyshyn said, describing a dinner with Shafrir and friends at a local Chinese restaurant. But alas, Shafrir went crazy, according to Yurchyshyn. "She kept falling out of her seat and kept making the tea pot talk," she said. "The waiter said, 'I don't appreciate comments from your tea pot.' " Well, at least when the pressures of her new job are too much, Shafrir will have the comfort of a nice pair of shoes and a bottle to fall into. -- Jason Giardino