I love cheap magazines.  Not cheap cost-wise; more like, cheap, tawdry, insignificant content-wise.  I especially enjoy these guilty pleasures when I’m at the salon.  The salon is like my therapy, because it’s a place where the attention is on me. Even when my eyebrows are being shaped, I am nothing but relaxed—knowing that the arch of my brow is the number one priority of the moment.  Fabulous.

The celebrity/gossip magazines are the maraschino cherry on the salon sundae.  They are glossy, sweet and possibly mildly toxic. One of my favorite features is the one they call “Stars are Just Like Us.” This is the one where they show photos of one of the Desperate Housewives taking out the trash, or a Dancing with the Stars finalist buying a head of broccoli, or a starlet pushing her toddler in a stroller.  All accentuated by an EXCLAMATION POINT!  WOW!

Now I know that there’s a lot of interest around celebrity tots—specifically what they’re wearing of what kind of gear they have.  However, I would encourage the gossip rags to probe further.  Let’s see if they are really “just like ours.”

Here’s what I’d like to see in the next issue of “Celebrity Kids are Just Like Ours!”:

“They ignore their parents!”

“They tell everyone in earshot how much mommy weighs!”

“They make a poop face!”

“They drink out of other kid’s sippy cups!”

“They won’t eat their peas!”

Why do I think we need this?  For the very simple fact that we, the simple folks, need validation.  Look, do I want paparazzi to become more invasive?  No, I just want the celebrity kids to throw a little mashed potato when they are having lunch at Spago.  That’s when I’ll feel like the “stars are just like me.” 

Next up, let’s get the kids Twitter accounts where they can post their most recent exploits in REAL TIME! “Mommy just told me to stop. I said NO!. LOL.”  Then they’d be just like us in 40 characters or less.