I don't like sleb mags, don't buy them or read them. I'm a middle-aged Radio 4 listener for chrissake - I don't even know who half the people in them are supposed to be! But this month there's one mag that seems to be at every checkout, every garage, everywhere I bloomin' go, with Peter Andre on the front cover in limp 'pity me' pose and a headline suggesting he needs committing or something. His doe-eyes follow me around the room.... it's creepy!!! Short of emigrating or walking around looking at the floor what can I do? AIBU?
All of them. If you don't read the magazines, don't know the people and just subliminally take in the headlines as you're passing the newsstand, it's like accidentally eavesdropping on the worst kind of teenagers. "I'm never talking to him again!"... "Why I'm so miserable!!!"... "Will she ever find love?!!".... "Ballooned to a Size 12!!!" <goes back to Radio 4 with the other grumpy old gimmers>