I used to subscribe to People magazine. For years and years, it was my window to the world of celebrities. The mail carrier would deliver it on Saturday afternoons, which was my cue to flop on the sofa and read each page slowly and carefully, before drifting off into a lovely nap. Even my children knew not to disturb me during that time.
A few years ago, I realized that I wasn't enjoying the magazine as much as I used to. The articles were irritating and shallow. The celebrities were vapid. So I canceled my subscription, feeling smug that I had taken the higher road and would no longer be reading such a low-brow publication.
Then, I discovered Perez Hilton.
Forget about feeling smug. How about smutty? How about feeling the need to take a shower every time I pop over for a quick visit? Like, three times a day. Okay, maybe six. Fine -- ten!
I've tried breaking the habit. Really, I have. I don't have the site bookmarked anywhere, to slow me down and keep me from remembering that Perez Hilton exists. But I can't forget, no matter how hard I try. And I can't stop the cycle of cheap, shallow entertainment.
Perez Hilton, I wish I knew how to quit you.