Part of it is a manifestation of capitalism's system of false-access: you can't be rich, but you can look at them and know about them and have them shoved down your throat until all you think about is how nice their lives are instead of how ****ty yours is.
Another part of it is so that people who's lives are utterly bankrupt, for whatever reason, can live vicariously through other people, and so they can feel better about themselves as they watch someone they precieve as higher than themselves have problems. I think I'm the only person in the town I'm currently in (save most fo the college students) who is fed-up with the **** entertainment mags at the grocery store. Nearly every time I go in there's some yuts in front of me gloating over how screwed up Paris and some trashy-looking guy (I honestly do my best no to even know their names, I just know I'm sick of seeing them every time I need a pack of bulk toilet paper... (Maybe I should just buy a subscription and get both delivered in one handy book, eh?)
But the ultimate reason is because people keep buying them. If we all (and I mean ALL) stopped buying this crap, and started buying Popular Science or whatever the leading scientific or Arts or some-odd journal the media would catch-on and adjust to compensate. Unfortunately, we've stopped having any concept of telling the media what we find entertaining, and have started letting the media tell us what we enjoy...
Religion used to be the opiate of the masses, now it's media. Why should we get off our ever-fattening asses and fix our lives when all we have to do is pick up a rag or turn on the TV and pretend?
Another part of it is so that people who's lives are utterly bankrupt, for whatever reason, can live vicariously through other people, and so they can feel better about themselves as they watch someone they precieve as higher than themselves have problems. I think I'm the only person in the town I'm currently in (save most fo the college students) who is fed-up with the **** entertainment mags at the grocery store. Nearly every time I go in there's some yuts in front of me gloating over how screwed up Paris and some trashy-looking guy (I honestly do my best no to even know their names, I just know I'm sick of seeing them every time I need a pack of bulk toilet paper... (Maybe I should just buy a subscription and get both delivered in one handy book, eh?)
But the ultimate reason is because people keep buying them. If we all (and I mean ALL) stopped buying this crap, and started buying Popular Science or whatever the leading scientific or Arts or some-odd journal the media would catch-on and adjust to compensate. Unfortunately, we've stopped having any concept of telling the media what we find entertaining, and have started letting the media tell us what we enjoy...
Religion used to be the opiate of the masses, now it's media. Why should we get off our ever-fattening asses and fix our lives when all we have to do is pick up a rag or turn on the TV and pretend?