That's Fit

No! No! No! They're not! What the hell is the weird obsession and constant speculation about these women and others in Hollywood? In a waiting room yesterday, I thumbed through about 15 magazines who all claimed endless knowledge from "insiders" who knew all sorts of special nonsense about each celebrity. Argh!

I know this B.S. sells magazines, but isn't it annoying? I like magazines, cause I enjoy looking at all the pretty dresses my job as a fitness trainer will never allow me to wear. Wouldn't I look strange sauntering in for a kickboxing session with a slinky Versace number on and sky high stilettos? Yes. I would. But I hate the fact that those pretty pictures have to be intermixed with the mean stuff.

For example. I do celeb interviews and report on the information exchanged between my guest and I. It's not that hard. I never have to resort to making things up. Never! And then the poor starlets who eat a sandwich, and then have to face photos of themselves with a teeny tiny belly bulge claiming they're knocked up for months? Who on this earth is not familiar with a pizza baby? You know. You eat too much pizza, and all of a sudden you look and feel just a little preggers. Guys get it all the time!

I rant. I rant. I think my point in writing this is that I would hope the public would not compare themselves to these stars who are judged so harshly. Every now and then I'll get a slew (hundreds) of questions for my Ask Fitz! column from teens desperate to have 'perfect' bodies. If Ms. Jolie looks 'pregnant' after a sandwich...how do you think these kids feel? Hard to not to think these mean tabloids are partially responsible. I even feel sorry for the Jens and the Angies who have to deal with it. My only hope is that they just don't.