I love Hollywood gossip. <\/p>\n
I like to think I’m fairly intellectual. I can have meaningful conversations about important books, indie movies, good music. I appreciate art and food and wine. But I love going to the dentist and catching up on back issues of US Weekly. And I gobble my Entertainment Weekly as soon as it arrives in my mailbox (thanks, Katie-did, for the subscription!). I watch E! News Live a couple of times a week and read Page Six online at least that often.<\/p>\n
But I have my limits. For instance, this whole Jessica and Nick thing? Puh-leeze. Who cares? Didn’t everyone see this coming? I LOVED Newlyweds, but everytime I saw the two of them interact, I saw traces of my first live-in boyfriend and knew the Lachey\/Simpson home was doomed. So now that it’s over, I’m totally ready to accept the idea of Jess humping Johnny Knoxville. In fact, I think that’s kinda hot. And Nick can watch as much football and screw as many college girls as he likes. It’s no skin off my nose. THAT they are getting a divorce is news. The aftermath of it is not. Leave them alone.<\/p>\n
And just yesterday, I was reading an issue of US Weekly (thanks again to Katie-did) that had a two-page spread on whether Gwen Stefani is copying Maddona or if it’s the other way around. “They both like track suits!” “They both wear funny hats!” I’m sorry, but this reeks of high school gossip. Haven’t we evolved at all as a society? Are we all still stuck in this kind of sophomoric bantering?<\/p>\n
But then I turned to the page that compared Jennifer Aniston and Angelina Jolie. “Who looks better lately?” Jennifer won each of the votes pretty handily. Upon seeing so, I felt a strange sense of smugness. “Take that, Angelina!” was the thought that came to mind, right before I remembered that Jen and I are not actually friends.<\/p>\n
For some reason, I take the Brangelina-Vaughniston thing personally. Maybe it’s because I’ve totally bought into the whole Jennifer-as-“America’s Sweetheart” thing. Or maybe it’s because Angelina is exactly the kind of woman with whom I want to be friends but would always be too intimidated to even attempt it. Or maybe it’s because I wholeheartedly believe in the sanctity of marriage and you will NEVER convince me that Brad and Angelina weren’t fucking around when he was still with Jen. I’ve had conversations with my sister-in-law that ended in us saying things like, “Yeah, well, Jen will be the one who is better off in the end.” And then, again, I step back and remember that I have no personal vestment in how Jen turns out. I’m not even that big a fan. <\/p>\n
This, of course, brings me back to that lovely little place in my mind where I start to overanalyze why I’m overanalyzing things. Why do I care about these people at all? Is it a larger societal issue that I’ve succumbed to? Am I no better (or worse) than the millions of other people who read these rags? How can I be this smart and this petty at the same time? <\/p>\n
So then I stop reading Page Six and watching E! at all for a while. Eventually though, I know I’m going to get curious about whether Gwenyth’s baby is a boy or a girl. This may well be my only addiction, but it’s pretty severe. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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