One of these magazines favourite drums to beat is "Poor Jen".
Jennifer Aniston, to the uninitiated. Ever since her divorce from Brad Pitt, (who left her for Angelina Jolie, in case you've been living under a rock), someone high up in a media-funded ivory tower, decided that no matter how much success and happiness Jen enjoyed post-Brad, she would be forever tarred as a victim, forlornly pining for her
This came to a head today whilst listening to a couple of colleagues gossip about Poor Jen.
"I just don't understand why she can't get a decent fella."
"Nah, me either. Maybe no-one can compete with Brad".
"Yeah, but he cheated on her, he was no prize."
"Maybe she's a real bitch underneath her nice image."
This went on until me head threatened to explode.
"Or maybe," I blurted, "she's perfectly happy with who she is and is loving her life, just doing her thing, and enjoying dating rather than settling for being married to any old guy!"
"Did you ever think, " I continue, "that none of us have ever actually met, spoken to or even glimpsed Jennifer Aniston in real life, and are only being told a STORY, the very definition of fiction, that someone has decided will sell magazines!"
Apparently not, it seems.