I'm not proud, but also perhaps not ashamed enough to admit that I used to obsessively peruse gossip blogs. It all started with the Superficial but quickly branched out to TMZ (too much to keep up with) and Perez (could never really get over the MSPaint additions). After a few months, maybe towards the end of senior year, once I finished my senior essay and spent marginally less time handcuffed to my laptop, it all fizzled out as mysteriously as it began.

And with the distance of almost two years and after weathering other web-addictions (Curbed and Craigslist while I was apartment hunting, Apartment Therapy once I moved in), I think in some ways I was lucky I hit the gossip circuit when I did. It was, after all, the hey day of Britney's head shaving, Paris' limo-leaving, Lindsay's various rehab stints and burgeoning lesbianism. Sure, I bet she and Sam Ronson are still doing that on-again-off-again thing every once in a while, and I bet Kim Kardashian is doing something, somewhere, but I can't help looking back and thinking celebrity shenanigans aren't what they used to be.

Which is probably for the best, because otherwise I'd still be losing precious hours of my life...