Reply to Gabrielle’s April 28th post:

I totally agree with you about our obsession with fame and I think there’s also something intriguing about the tangibility of these famous people. Especially in terms of celebrity gossip blogs, I think it’s not so much about being famous ourselves but about being close enough to the celebrities to know their personal secrets or vulnerabilities, to sort of demystify their fame—not necessarily with the intention of invalidating their fame, but with understanding it.

Personally, I enjoy reading blogs like Dlisted or PerezHilton because it allows me temporarily to escape from the daily grind and to catch up on popular culture. I don’t particularly care for the posts of Britney flashing her crotch to the paparazzi or of who’s-dating-who this week. But by browsing through them, I am if nothing else preparing myself for a week’s worth of cultural references (as you also note, Gabrielle).

And I do think that even subconsciously, we get a certain amount of pleasure out of knowing that people who have it so much “better” than we do, in a sense, are imperfect. In some sort of twisted way I think it dismantles a lot of the more “legitimate” forms of popular culture and reminds us that they aren’t real. If we see a flawless Kate Moss on the cover of Vogue, we’re not looking at the “real” Kate Moss. The photos of her, un-made-up and walking down the street with her kids, or even that somewhat upsetting shot of her snorting cocaine from a few years ago—those are the most authentic we can find.