Y'know, I think the bigger crap is not that at all, it's actually more the OK! etc type magazine/reality TV show craze. More and more more people somehow NEED to know more and more banal details of Z list celebrities at the expense of having their own lives. In fact with shows like Big Brother, there's enough sensory input that someone like that could live someone else's life entirely vicariously. The Truman Show wasn't far off, it was just too nice about the viewers.
That's part of the whole engine of consumerism - stuff, info, whatever, for no reason other than maybe status symbolism. It's the Society of the Spectacle turning real life into a series of mediated spectacles purporting to represent real life accurately. What was once directly lived is now experienced vicariously through these trashy mags. We've moved from a Marxist alienation of worker from product to a further alienation whereby you aren't what you do or what you make, but what you own. The one who dies with the most toys wins, apparently.
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