Is Celebrity Gossip truly Dead This Time?

Ian Case

18 June 2008

If that appears a bit ominous, it could be because there's a distinct lull in glossy-packaged brain candy. Trustworthy pop tarts no longer yield Google results like they once did ( at left, Paris Hilton's trend chart, which shows a baseline traffic drop of approximately two-thirds ). Nicole Richie would basically get fat before she could stand to fight against Ashley Dupre. Simply because tabloids are being replaced by papers of record does not mean folk are not concentrating to the same content-it's just getting tougher to trace how they do it. But if Miley Cyrus is anything to go by, they ( and the folks who exploit them for a living ) have a bright future yet. She is the best thing Salon's got going for it ( though I do appreciate Kaufman's capability to do a daily sports column that manages to say tangible events occurring on a playing field perhaps twice a year ). And with less wonderful goings-on we begin to fill the obsession with other forms of entertainment and before you know it we realize we never actually liked celebrity gossip all that much and can't believe we ever used to trot to it at the drop of a hat how we did. Except for now I am enjoying reading stuff and speaking to folks IRL and don't miss the candy at all. As we realize the basic stuff in life : good cheap food, reasonable transport, pointed work and respect for basic human rights is in jeopardy, we have a tendency to care less and have less time for snorting coke and rolling around in xanadu togas and cokepants whilst looking at bangin ' after-baby bikini bod pics on our iphones.

They can still weave photos of Britney's cooter using strips of plastic bags and Coney Island dried seaweed, but my gourd trumpets and trained squirrels will be the talk of the city. ) the other day I had no concept what Paris Hilton was up to recently ; I estimate it is true.