Media

Gossipities

“Angie’s too thin, is her baby in danger?”

“Angie wants to have baby in Africa. Brad doesn’t. Are they splitting?”

“Angie 7 months pregnant and flying planes. Will her baby survive ?”

Angie is going to come at you with an axe. And I know too much about Angie. Stop please!

I was passing by a particular hotel in New York and noticed a swarm of paparazzi camped in their cars opposite the street, their hawk eyes rooted to the entrance. I’ve worked long enough in magazines to feel totally devoid of any emotion, even helplessness as I passed the street. I wonder which poor celebrity was hiding inside the hotel, like a pot roast in the broiler only to be pounced upon my hungry predators.

I don’t even subscribe to glossies, but they are displayed so prominently at Barnes and Noble and little road-side stands. The latest read, “someone’s about to pop.” I forget which pregnant actress they were talking about. And Gawker had a Stalker bonanza today. They even distributed gifts to whoever took the best shot of George Clooney while he was filming in NY.

This is so pathetic. Did you know these weeklies routinely buy the most selling photographs of celebrities from the paparazzi for anywhere between a couple hundred to a couple thousand dollars per photograph? And if it is a particularly great shot, like Paris Hilton’s peeking underwear or Kate Moss snorting coke, the weeklies will wage wars and auctions to be the first to capture that news.

There’s got to be somewhere they draw the line.

Maybe someone should start a gossip weekly or a blog about these people who have built empires out of gossiping about other people. Any interested parties?