down with submission

i don't know, i want to look into this more, but i'm incredulous at where we've landed. part of me does want to buy a gossip rag when i am standing in line at the drug store, but i cannot justify the $3.95. it's not that i haven't enjoyed an in touch OK! people life&style in my time; certainly i have, on airplanes or toilets, but it's as if my sense of decency/self worth/morality has taken over, and there is an elephant blocking the hallway. i do believe there is some human element of craving for drama/heresay/living vicariously that gets satiated by this stuff; and there is an element of celebrity that i interpret as somewhat mythological, but really, i can't get down with a subscription. i do graze the covers, though, waiting to pay. i half-follow what's up.

last week jessica simpson was all over everything with the words SHE'S FAT JESSICA SAYS I'M NOT FAT JESSICA'S BOYFRIEND SAYS HE LOVES HER JUST THE WAY SHE IS FAT JESSICA DUMPED and it was quite alien to see her fanned out and venutian as she was--not actually grotesque, not unhealthy-looking at all, just a pair of eyes and a smile evened out by the presence of some flesh--because she has spent so many recent years bony and thus "successful", slipping willie nelson the tongue in a music video; soaping up a car in cowboy boots, ruining nancy sinatra.
reading quotes like i was so unhappy when i was skinny now i feel so much better that i can eat is really stunning
why this perverse body worship
but today, i was so sad to see the headline JESSICA IS SORRY WANTS HER BIKINI BODY BACK VOWS TO LOSE 30 POUNDS IN 8 WEEKS

her capitulation

it feels like it is somehow mine too

like how did we get here, where celebrity children make headlines, and their fashion can be followed: WE CARE THAT A BABY SISTER FOR SURI IS ON THE WAY

do we

these are all hothouse flowers, anyway