In Praise Of The Celebrity Yo-Yo Diet Story

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Welcome to Midweek Madness, our Wednesday self-hating celebacchanal ritual. In which we "read" the weekly tabloid magazines. So you don't "have" to.


Okay, first off, this is not the actual epic Midweek Madness post; it's simply a preview, because we are still going through the magazines and hating ourselves more and more because of it. But a cursory glance at this week's US, Star, InTouch, et. al. reminds us what true mirth feels like, thanks to an overabundance of celeb weight loss news about Angelina, Kelly Clarkson, and Jessica Simpson. Because, you see, the only thing more boring than news about a celebrity who isn't drinking because she might be pregnant with a baby is news about a celebrity who isn't drinking because she actually has a baby; and the only thing more boring than that is news about a celebrity wedding; and the only thing that ever pulled us through the drudgery of that is the delicious morsel known as the dramatic celebrity weight loss or gain. Done correctly, and not a glorified ad for some personal trainer's dumb diet book (today's US cover) or focused on some career calorie-restrictor (ahem, Anaston) the celeb weight fluctuation story is at once the reason the celebrity media exists and the only thing absurd enough to neatly encapsulate our overconsumption of it. No, seriously, humor us.

The celebrity media exists to cover what we call "First World Problems" because we feel powerless and guilty reading about real problems and we need to focus on people who are like us but shallow enough to make us feel better about ourselves. But celebrities are not, you know, so much really like us. Their babies are more spoiled and precocious and smart in that spooky, worldly way child actors are smart. Their pregnancies are more leisurely and their pregnancy wardrobes much hotter. And their violent outbursts and reckless driving are more bizarre and disturbing for the protective layers of bodyguards and flaks and assistants and agents that come along with being a famous person. But their eating disorders are a First World Problem we all share! After all, anyone who has ever considered ketchup a meal, or faked a gluten allergy, or swallowed dipping tobacco in hopes of puking after downing a box of SnackWells (we date ourselves, our ED happened in the Olestra Era) (also: the tobacco? not so effective!) knows just how effective an Eating Disorder is at making the epic, sweeping tragedy that is millennial American society so totally personal. It's like, here we are, nothing to complain about, and this is our problem. And this week, it's Kelly's and Jessica's and Angelina's problem too. Dig in, guys!

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Would it be boring for a short celeb to talk about her height issues? Because we never hear about these things (I know, I know, y'all probably tired of reading about me ranting about height issues=body image issues already). Instead we hear about "so-and-so is too thin" or "such-and-such wants to see more 'big girls' out there" But yeah, that's probably a first world problem too.