Yes, I Read The Tabloids, Damnit!

I can admit this now.  It's taken me an awfully long time. 

I'm not particularly a fame hag, I don't have a favorite celebrity or actor.  I think many of them may be seriously mentally ill and if they were ordinary, like you and me, people would think they were nutbags and send them for court-ordered evaluations.  Some of the outfits alone merit this.

I sure do love reading the trashing weekly tabloids about celebrities, though!  Mostly the beloved National Enquirer (NOTE: My mom called it the Scandal Sheet.) and the Star. 

I'm lucky though, I score mine for free.  A retired gentleman who lives down the street from my in-laws gets both of them IN. THE. MAIL.  (NOTE: My mother-in-laws assures me that other than that, he is completely normal.  I'm not so sure as he also rides one of those little electric scooters all over the neighborhood drinking Tall Boy Buds and visiting.)

After Mr. Tall Boy is done with his Scandal Sheets, he passes them along to my mother-in-law, who being British, would never dream of telling him they hit her coffee table about 3:30, I pick up the baby at 4:15 and at that time they are already neatly bagged in one of those nifty plastic shopping bags that are so useful for recylcing.

Mr. Tall Boy also faithfully does the crosswords in each one.  Fine by me, I'm much more interested in seeing if Nick and Jessica are staying together or not (never once watched their show and think she is an abysmal singer) and whether or not Liza Minelli is back on the booze or not.

NOTE: Yep, Liza's back on the booze and out of control.

Comments

[Holly]

Yeah yeah yeah but are Nick and Jessica splitsville or what? I've been tring to glean that just from the covers as I stand in line at Wal*Mart but to no avail. I despise her with a white hot hatred and I do so hope Nick has finally seen what a waste of skin and organs she is!