Tabloid magazine obsession
Since I didn’t get to eat an egg sandwich yesterday, I broke in my new stove and had one this morning!
My body has been craving eggs a lot lately, and I’ve been happy to give it what it needs. Plus, I am a sucker for that runny yolk.
Switching topics, I’d like to share a story with you all today.
Once upon a time (five years ago), there was a young woman (me) who was obsessed with current events (in the form of celebrity gossip)…
Friday didn’t signify the end of the work week. It didn’t mean happy hour or fun with friends.
Friday was New Magazine Day.
This was the day when I’d go to Harris Teeter or Barnes and Noble and grab every new issue of every single tabloid on the newsstands. Sometimes I’d even grab an issue that I already had by mistake. They all blended together with their similar headlines:
[Insert Actress Name] is Fat!
How to Lose 100 Pounds in an Hour!
Best Celebrity Butt Implants!
I’d literally spend about $45 a week on magazines (or trashy magazines, as my Nana calls them).
I’ll never forget when one of my closest friends was visiting me for a few days, and we went into the store on New Magazine Day. As I tossed each new issues into my cart, she just stared at me in disbelief and asked, “You buy every single one each week?!”
At the time, her question seemed ridiculous to me. “Umm…yeah…I need to know how Jennifer Aniston gets her hair so shiny, don’t I?”
Then one day I happened to glance over at an old stack of magazines sitting in the corner of my bedroom. OK- it wasn’t a stack. It was a mountain. A giant mountain of magazines valued at approximately $500.
The truth of the matter is that I used these magazines as a form of escape because I wasn’t happy with my own life. However, reading the tabloids only made it worse. All of the celebrities seemed so perfect and beautiful with their “It bags” and designer clothes.
Finally, I realized that rather than reading about what celebrities were doing for hours on end, I could be out doing something with my life!
These days, I am proud to say that I am no longer obsessed with celebrity gossip to an unhealthy level.
I’ll admit that I do have a subscription to US Weekly (my guilty pleasure), but I don’t pour over each word or live through celebrities while neglecting my own life. Now these magazines are an occasional source of entertainment (love reading them at the nail salon while getting a pedicure). I’d actually rather read a book or a health/cooking magazine because I get so much more out of them (and they don’t rot my brain cells).
Are you obsessed with celebrity gossip? Do you subscribe to or buy any tabloids? What is your opinion of them?
Have a wonderful day!