smorgs wrote:Damn those working class people, drinking their beer, buying magazines, getting fat, going to the supermarket
Bull, nothing to do with class system.
The people who buy those scandal magazines that are filled with nothing but gossip stories about the latest shenanigans of celebrities apparently get off on living vicariously through the personal affairs of people they've never met. And prefer those affairs to be 'reported' with a mix of jealousy and schadenfreude.
And yeah, you dont often see, say, young men, readin them - neither construction workers nor bankers, working class or upper class. When I see someone buying or reading those mags its almost always a woman, and usually they're middle-aged, and you're more likely to see em buying em at 2 in the afternoon than in the after-work supermarket rush hour at 6:30. No secret in that. The magazines themselves know it, its in their marketing plan, just look where/when they choose to advertise.
Personally, I dont get it, and it really sorta disgusts me. You throw a glance at the magazine stand and its invariably got these headlines like, "Jane Doe Survives Cancer!", "John Smith Caught With Girlfriend, Wife Didnt Know!", "Lisa Baker's Baby Terminally Ill?". Its sick, not just because its pretty pathetic to be having to imagine these people's personal lives as somehow having meaning to you, to be having to fill your own life with theirs - but because the whole thing is so
hatefully intrusive. The spite often spits off the pages; whether its people's illnesses, their children getting into trouble, or their drug addictions - these mags and their readers revel in it, gloat over it.
Far as I'm concerned, its the equivalent of porn, the unpleasant kind.
