The fizzling of a guilty pleasure (Day Fourteen)

Standing in line at the grocery store I am often intrigued by the latest headlines of the trashy tabloids. Often I hesitate, shamefully ignoring the urge to giggle at the images of our beloved celebrities and their current misgivings, turning each page with surmountable anticipation.

Sadly, the last two times I've given in to the temptation of the rag, I have been terribly, terribly, surprisingly, disappointed.

What about Britney and KFed? Cameron and her nose job? Nicole and her new-found 10 pounds? Madonna and her Jolie copycat? Tom and Katie (yikes!)?

I'm hoping it's just the stories of today and not that I've grown out of my desire to voyeur into the lives of these pathetic people.