I have a bone to pick with the tabloids. Actually, a bag of bones. A bunch of scrawny, meatless bones. An entire newsstand full of brittle bones.
A few months ago, it seemed I couldn’t go to the grocery store without being bombarded at the check out stand with ten stories of “overweight” celebrity women. If it wasn’t a body bashing story about a female celebrity who had let herself go, then it was a story questioning whether a celebrity was pregnant because of a barely visible belly bump. When that got old it was an analysis of which stars had cellulite.
Now it seems that all the exposure of “fat” stories had the predictable effect on young Hollywood women, because lately, the tabloids seem to have replaced the overweight stories, with tales of the dwindling sizes of the stars. It would seem that some actresses may have finally cracked under the pressure of the scrutiny and dieted themselves into paper dolls. Can’t you all just hear the editor now: “Cool; now we have something new to criticize them for! Let’s label them all with eating disorders; that’ll sell a lot of magazines!”
