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US Weekly is complete garbage. I can't believe I just wasted forty-five minutes reading that shit, and even worse, that I enjoyed it. I don't understand what the fascination with celebrities and other assorted beautiful people is, but when I get sucked in to a magazine like that, I can feel it as well. Granted, most of the faces hold no appeal to me--I can honestly say that as soon as I saw 'Jessica Simpson', I flipped forward five pages. What greeted me were "professional" analyses of Jen and Brad's possible recuperation, and I read the entire thing. Brad Pitt sure as hell appeals to me (particularly when he's sweaty, but alas, no good pictures).
And who the hell are all these fucking people from The O.C. and Desperate Housewives? Shit, I've never even seen a full episode of Friends, nevermind memorized the cast of ocgilmoresurvivoridol wives.
The entire time, I was inwardly chastising myself for so fervently involving myself in this superficial, bullshit magazine. I suppose, though, that pretending I'm too intelligent for these things, including to myself, is way worse than admitting to my mediocrity and reading all the trash rags I want. Maybe I'll even read one in public someday.
And who the hell are all these fucking people from The O.C. and Desperate Housewives? Shit, I've never even seen a full episode of Friends, nevermind memorized the cast of ocgilmoresurvivoridol wives.
The entire time, I was inwardly chastising myself for so fervently involving myself in this superficial, bullshit magazine. I suppose, though, that pretending I'm too intelligent for these things, including to myself, is way worse than admitting to my mediocrity and reading all the trash rags I want. Maybe I'll even read one in public someday.