My fascination with celebrity gossip is a dirty little secret of mine. So much so, that when I decided to subscribe to US Weekly, I also got a subscription to Time Magazine so that my neighbors would think I was well rounded.

What draws me to these trashy mags? Hands down, the celebrity hook-ups and break-ups, especially the the break-ups. It's like rubber-neckin' on the freeway. I give myself whiplash flipping the pages as I revel in the very public demise of celebrity relationships. I don't know if it solely is the schadenfreude of it all, or if it's something else. But there seems to be something so divine, so visceral about connection. We're connection seeking creatures, after all. So, to watch a connection break is like being front row at a freak show. It's unnatural. It's life.

It's Exes and Ohs.