getting the dish

The cheesy tabloid magazines of my childhood printed on colored cheap newspaper have gone by the wayside and have been replaced in the grocery checkout aisles by shiny glossy gossip rags attempting to fit in amidst Vogues and Glamours. As much as I question why people would shell out $4 to read about the latest starlet’s amazing weight loss or the newborn baby of some underaged teen star, I must admit that if one of my roommates leaves their magazine out on the coffee table – I’m going to read it.

But as much as I am interested in getting those fabulous beach ready abs, what I find most interesting are