Gossip Mags, Red Rags

I have just sat through another advert for some pointless gossip mag and I want to scream. I don't care what Posh/Colleen/Paris/any of those people are supposedly up to. Neither do I need to know this weeks "loose 7lbs in a week plan". Fuck off, just fuck off. These mags are a total waste of paper. They are part of the whole glorification of celebrity, and the cult of making us feel crap about ourselves. Who defines celebrity ? From the adverts and seeing these things in the newsagents to be a celebrity these days takes nothing. Appear in a reality t.v. show, Big Brother seems to be the cream of the crop here, sleep with someone famous then agree to appear in a lads mag, date someone famous, a footballer if you can manage. I remember flicking through one of these mags while at the doctors and reading about a woman whos dream in life was to marry a premiership footballer, to become a WAG. To this end she spent all her money on achieving the WAG look, spent her time trawling footballer hangouts and befriending people she thought could introduce her at the right levels. Some fucking dream. I mean my dream in life is to be happy and from the pictures I've seen of the Queen WAG, Mrs Beckham, happiness doesn't seem to be part of the perfect WAG package. Does that girl ever smile ?

Actually I just annoyed myself by knowing who and what any of this is and writing about it. Shit. As for the cult of make us feel crap, I might just leave that to another day.