Okay, I realize that in posting this clip from Star Magazine while saying, “So this morning when I read this piece in Star, I couldn’t keep from sharing…” I’m revealing my hand a little bit. Yes, I read Star. Especially on planes* and while trudging through a long holiday weekend. It’s fantastic! It’s mean! It’s almost inexorably untrue! Alright? Alright? Jeeeeezus! It’s not like I believe any of the stories! And as much as the rag has tried, with countless (and I do mean countless) mentions and features, their editors still haven’t convinced me that I’ve seen the new 90210 or give one soft shit about the remake’s anorexic stars. So there.
But seriously, though. It wouldn’t–nay, couldn’t–take me an overseas plane ride to get through just one issue of the damn thing. And I certainly would have enough respect for myself and one of the Seven Wonders of the World, to put the damn thing down for a long hike.
China should have eaten this slow reader alive.
*the trick is to purchase ‘Star’ and the ‘New Yorker’ before boarding, and just slide the tab rag inside the pretentious Manhattan rag. No one will ever know, besides the person sitting next to you–and even that is a maybe.
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