Reality TV magazine hitting newsstands in January; we as a people officially have no shame

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It's probably been a long time coming, and now the time is nigh: Reality Weekly will be among the abrasive cluster of celebrity mags at your local supermarket checkout starting in the new year. According to the tagline, it's "Less money! More fun!" at $1.79-a-pop. So now, instead of flipping open People or Star or OK and being forced to wade through the pages of boring celebrities who've made money off of some amount of talent, you can now find all of the more important gossip about the Kardashians or Kate Gosselin concentrated in one trashy magazine. Forget Angelina Jolie, Johnny Depp, and Beyoncé. Bring on the Teen Moms!

Can't say it was a bad idea though, from a capitalist standpoint. Reality TV stars don't even attempt to play hard to get; it requires so little effort to get the dirt on these people. Richard Spencer, the new editor of Reality Weekly and current editor of OK, told the New York Times:

“Reality stars, you can’t keep them away,” Mr. Spencer said. “It’s always ‘Come to my wedding!’ or ‘I just redid my baby’s room. Want to see it?’"

Material on them is a-plenty, and for some reason, we still eat it up. Reality stars aren't mysterious. They don't seem like they're made of marble when you meet them in real life — which was always the part of the allure of the celebrity. They are starving for attention, and yet, most of them only get it for a blink in Hollywood time. (Unless of course you're Heidi Pratt and are willing to adorn yourself with cyborg boobs and Mrs. Potato Head lips to be granted a small corner spot on the cover of InTouch week after week.) And besides the low costs, there'll hardly be any words in the magazine! Just pictures! "You don’t even have to read it to know what’s going on," Spencer said.

I'm sure this magazine will be much more successful than just about anything else in print, and I still can't understand why. Maybe one day, if they really do start offering college courses on the appeal of Jersey Shore, I'll get it.