I love US magazine. Totally shallow borderline shady stalker
magazine. Not sure about my fascination with
it. Stars as “real people” doing “real
things” – they are just like US! It is
a quick read – I really should put quotes around the word read – and I guess it
feeds my vice of gossip and voyeurism all at once. I am not proud that I find enjoyment in the
stalking of others and I remember when Princess Diana died I had a guilt that
hung over me for a while. But I kept
buying the magazines and now I even have a subscription. I’d like to think I am not a shallow person
but apparently there is a secret part of me that is.
I have had another dilemma arise from my
habit. There is a section in this trashy
magazine called the Fashion Police where about eight different
comedians/bloggers comment on some unusual outfits worn by the rich and famous. And when I say comment I do not mean they are
supportive and complimentary – they are snarky and ugly and yes I usually
giggle at more than a few of their comments and wonder why in the heck someone
rich and famous would choose to dress like that. I look forward to that section with every
magazine.
Then I read this:
Sarah Millican at the BAFTAS
I suppose if I really
wanted to psycho analyze my issues here we should start with my loathing of Kim
Kardasian (where the heehaw does it come from?!?) but the idea of that is too
exhausting. And I am not willing to
explore the “they chose to be famous so they can deal with the consequences”
approach because I do not embrace that in its entirety. So I can choose to give up my vice and cancel
my subscription and take the high road, setting a good example for my kids, or
I can continue to enjoy seeing stars trying to lead a normal life while being
photographed and maniacally laugh at hideous fashion choices by people critics deem
should know better all the while thankful no one captures my bad hair days for
the world to see.
ACKKK!!!
Good lord – the guilt – I am one of THOSE people. I do understand what Sarah Millican was
wearing does not have the shock/horror value
as Bjork’s Stork outfit and to defend myself I see nothing wrong with her gown
and I don’t always have an issue with the dresses in the Fashion Police section
that the commentators seem to have. But
dear lord in heaven – another thing to add to my list of guilts.
Kim Kardashian – a name that is nails to a chalk
board in my soul, a name that makes bile creep up my throat, and a name that
starts a storm of outrage and hatred in my head. However, I have never met Kim. So my irritation that actually borders on hatred
with this self-obsessed, dimwitted, blindingly wealthy for no good reason, waste
of space individual is beyond irrational.
I mean come on if I found out Kim was saying these things about me cuz
she looked at my FB page and saw some pictures of me I would come unglued. She doesn’t know me or my heart or my
family. And words to hurt – don’t
believe the hype. It seems my behavior
has crossed the Judgy McJudgersen line way deep into extreme hypocritical territory.
