Not long ago I cancelled all my subscriptions but every Tuesday the latest ones are out and I'm like a drug addict knocking at my dealer's door again.
A couple of months ago it was a column in Grazia that got me really riled up. There's a regular feature in the magazine towards the back called 'Starting Over' where a woman (I forget her name, I think it's Bibi) writes about her life on the dating scene, only that particular week it was 300 words based on something as simple as 'will he call me back?'
GIVE ME A FUCKING BREAK
Is this what people think we want to read? Silly me, I'm the one buying the magazine after all. As much as I enjoy kicking back and watching Sex and the City like many other people, I am tired of female 'journalists' acting like the next Carrie Bradshaw. Even I can see now that a lot of the time Carrie acted like a tit. Before I get any 'well, why don't you write something better then you miserable bitch?' Well, my response would be - I'm not a journalist, love. I don't have to.
Part of me likes Grazia magazine for trying to cover various topics, but sometimes I find the whole 'depressing news article, followed by the latest £600 designer bags' leaves a bad taste in my mouth.
This week it's all the coverage of Coachella that is really getting on my tits. 'What are all the celebs wearing?' ask the magazines. Well, apparently they all go to this 'festival' dressed in Chanel and various designer gear. I especially like the outfits that lend themselves to 'hobo' but are comprised of designer items. It's like the great Dolly Parton quote 'It costs a lot to look this cheap'. I know it's hot over there and not really worthy of wellies and anoraks but seriously? Combine that with an article about how allegedly Lady Gaga refuses to sit in a seat that's previously been sat in, I can't help but think these people are a complete bunch of cunts. Either I'm just getting old, or I'm getting wise to it.
Anyway, I am done. I apologise for the childish rant but I had to get it off my chest.