OK, what the fuck is the *matter* with PEOPLE???
And by that, I mean PEOPLE Magazine, which usually just sort of disgusts me but which now I loathe.
Okay, I'm not really much of a magazine type gal. I do read The New Yorker (for the cartoons & the occasional David Sedaris column) and I read Rolling Stone, just b/c it has become pretty amazing again. And, okay, Vanity Fair b/c I can't help myself; I've always just sort of read Vanity Fair (well, okay -- just sort of looked at the pictures, mostly). And, all right -- W. I do read W. Well, no I don't "read" W, I look at the fucking incredible photos and ads. But magazines like PEOPLE and all that other crap which I can't remember the names of right now just make me ill. They are just filled with so much fucking garbage. Not to mention TONS of "famous" people that I've never ever heard of before!!
But unfortunately, I also suffer from what is clinically referred to as "Johnny Depp Radar" which sometimes is not very fun to suffer from (but at least it's better than Sonar , right? B/c then my life would probably at least sound like a never-ending episode of Voyage to the Bottom of the Sea (if you click that 27-seconds link then turn up your volume) with all that high-pitched incessant pulsing/beeping, and I would really, truly go mad then. Now, I just only sort of sometimes go mad b/c Johnny Depp is everywhere in my world. Anyway.) I suffer from this problem where I always know when a magazine has something about Johnny Depp in it and I can never resist the temptation to open up the magazine and find out what it is. But this week's issue of PEOPLE Magazine that I found today at the club is just so disgusting.
I don't understand people or PEOPLE. Like there haven't been a hundred bazillion legitimate photo-ops of this man in the course of his career (I know this for a fact, b/c I have a hundred bazillion non-paparazzi photos of him somewhere I'm sure), yet they still have to resort to taking and then publishing a photo of him basically getting ready to throw a rock at you b/c you can't leave him alone on a Sunday afternoon, AND you caption it like it's supposed to be something that's "fun" or even "sexy"? (Which it's not; it's just invasive & kind of horrible to look at.)
I really just do not get it. (I know, I know; somebody made money off that shit.)
Okay, I'm not really much of a magazine type gal. I do read The New Yorker (for the cartoons & the occasional David Sedaris column) and I read Rolling Stone, just b/c it has become pretty amazing again. And, okay, Vanity Fair b/c I can't help myself; I've always just sort of read Vanity Fair (well, okay -- just sort of looked at the pictures, mostly). And, all right -- W. I do read W. Well, no I don't "read" W, I look at the fucking incredible photos and ads. But magazines like PEOPLE and all that other crap which I can't remember the names of right now just make me ill. They are just filled with so much fucking garbage. Not to mention TONS of "famous" people that I've never ever heard of before!!
But unfortunately, I also suffer from what is clinically referred to as "Johnny Depp Radar" which sometimes is not very fun to suffer from (but at least it's better than Sonar , right? B/c then my life would probably at least sound like a never-ending episode of Voyage to the Bottom of the Sea (if you click that 27-seconds link then turn up your volume) with all that high-pitched incessant pulsing/beeping, and I would really, truly go mad then. Now, I just only sort of sometimes go mad b/c Johnny Depp is everywhere in my world. Anyway.) I suffer from this problem where I always know when a magazine has something about Johnny Depp in it and I can never resist the temptation to open up the magazine and find out what it is. But this week's issue of PEOPLE Magazine that I found today at the club is just so disgusting.
I don't understand people or PEOPLE. Like there haven't been a hundred bazillion legitimate photo-ops of this man in the course of his career (I know this for a fact, b/c I have a hundred bazillion non-paparazzi photos of him somewhere I'm sure), yet they still have to resort to taking and then publishing a photo of him basically getting ready to throw a rock at you b/c you can't leave him alone on a Sunday afternoon, AND you caption it like it's supposed to be something that's "fun" or even "sexy"? (Which it's not; it's just invasive & kind of horrible to look at.)
I really just do not get it. (I know, I know; somebody made money off that shit.)
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