posted on Mar, 18 2012 @ 10:55 PM
I am a veteran reader of supermarket tabloids and sites like perez hilton, the superfical dot com, and other sites that follow around celebs and stars
and comment on their tawdry lives and sleazy relationships.
Why do I care so much about wheter Kashardian will be upstaged by her fiesty, up-and-coming little sister? Why do I find myself hungering for news of
reactions to Jessica Simpson's daring recent pregnancy photo shoots? Why do I have yahoo's "omg!" bookmarked? I'm a man, darn it! A manly man!
With a real workshop and work bench and lots of lumberjack shirts and stuff! What the hey?
According to conventional wisom on ATS, this is about the worst habit one can have. I guess I'm subjecting my brain to mind-softening TPTB control
beams and evil rays every time I flip through a copy of "Us" at the dentist's office. So sue me. I'm coming out of the closet. I like celeb crap
news! And I'm not ashamed to admit it! It soothes and relaxes me somehow, makes me feel all is right with the world. Plus I like the deshevelled
paparazi shots of celebs looking all un-made-up, like in their hooded sweatshirts on the way to get groceries or something. It makes them seem more
human. I'm sure there is some weird psychology at work, but whatever. I've said my piece.