Two risible rags.

There are two publications that I cannot understand anyone buying. First of all they are so poorly written, it's hard to imagine they even have an editorial staff other than giddy teenagers who do the writing after school. Plus they are both expensive. Just to be seen with either one of them brands you as a low-brow and unsophisticated person, not to mention a moron. The publications: The National Enquirer and People. Their idea of an in-depth article is some gossip about a former celebrity that takes up no more than a half-inch of space. Most of their costly coverage is some kind of photo essay about different celebs we never heard of in bathing suits or evening gowns. I found People recently on the seat of a train. I read it in about eight unedifying minutes. The Enquirer's main talent is predicting the imminent deaths of once-famous celebrities, usually years before they actually die. People prides itself on...well, nothing, really...unless you count their the annual "Sexiest Man Alive".The photo on the left is of this year's Sexiest Man choice. Now while I'm sure Blake Shelton, whoever he is, is a nice person, do you think this is the sexiest man alive.