Richard Johnson of the NY Post's PageSix.com really, really hates Christina Aguilera. I mean I think she has gone crazy with the whole "I'm an adult now and I can out-trash any ghetto ho whoever humped homeless lepers in a dumpster" routine, but maybe she's just young and stupid. Well, that and I hate her singing style, wildly emoting and unleashing an endless torrent of hackneyed vocal tricks that would embarrass Maria Carey, who is no stranger to the dumpster herself.

So anyway, now Johnson is accusing Christina of lesbo-leanings:

Early last week, the singing strumpet got lap dances at Flashdancers and then fondled the breasts of a buxom stripper inside the "Champagne Room" of Scores. On Friday, the "Dirrty" diva cleaned out the racy Agent Provocateur lingerie boutique at Henri Bendel, scooping up a black-and-orange bra-and-panties set, string-tied panties and a skimpy red bra. Later that night, the tarted-up temptress was spotted cuddling with some sexy female friends at John Street Bar & Grill's "Drunk Love" party. But Aguilera's wild week wasn't all scanty underthings and sapphic schmoozing. She left her pocketbook at a table at Flow early Saturday morning, and when she rushed back inside to get it, it was gone. We're told that Aguilera's cell phone, two-way pager and wallet were in her purse, and that the thief answered when Aguilera called her phone in a panic.