I’ve been in close proximity to OK! Magazine many times before. My girlfriend, who is an intelligent woman, a Glasgow School Of Art graduate and undoubtedly my intellectual superior, is incongruously drawn to what she quite accurately refers to as “trash”. She seems to hold a preposterous passion for the likes of America’s Next Top Model and lots of other television shows that all seem to feature that bespectacled Chinese guy. Occasionally a friend will interrupt her viewing and pop round to drop off a pile of tatty, creased and out-of-date celebrity-obsessed publications that have apparently already been ingested to their full potential, this friend also seems to be an otherwise intelligent person, also an Art School graduate. I find it fascinating that evidently clever women – I’m sure there must be a few men who read these things too but I’ve genuinely never met any – can be lured into such fatuous, inane shit. What did some talentless starlet snort at the weekend? Who had sweaty armpits on the red carpet? Is their relationship on the rocks? I couldn’t give a toss, and I don’t understand why everyone is so fucking nosy these days.
