22 May 2007

A Letter from the Editor a.k.a. Me and my psychosomatic pit bull

Last night someone I love dearly compared me to Joan Rivers, and I guess that would make my dog, Melissa Rivers. And if my dog is Melissa Rivers, I guess it should be expected that she seems to walk with a limp when she wants sympathy. I may have the first dog with a psychosomatic illness, call Guinness and get me one, too.

Anyway, I don't think I'm going to post much about celebs anymore because I simply don't really give a fuck about them. I realise I'm in the minority here but this site needs to be for me before anyone else. And the people I would hope that would find this site interesting would also share my apathetic sentiments on most celebs and how the media works itself into a lather over celeb news is completely pathetic.

Verily, it has always fascinated me how people can live so vicariously through celebs with all these magazines and these Entertainment Tonight-style shows. Even the websites that try to put a high falutin' spin on things or try to report on these things like "isn't this hysterical?" - no matter what, its still banal reporting on celebs and it has no effect on my life whatsoever. God forbid my life would ever be so boring that I'd have to rely on vicariously living through actors and millionaires for entertainment. Fuck that noise.

So stupid Paula Abdul tripped over her little designer dog and broke her nose the other day, is that news? I mean, its fucking hysterical and typical and SUCH a perfect woe is me celeb news item but do I want that on my website? Eh, I dunno.

I guess what I'm trying to say is, I'm going to continue posting the things I find interesting and not just because they're headlines. I need to live and die by the shit on this site. Right? Right.

Class dismissed. Go buy me something expensive.

Joan Rivers The Management.

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