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After learning that my high school stint at McDonald’s wouldn’t get me a job at a mag, I worked as a freelance journalist for a few years. With much haggling and many annoying phone calls, I got a job at Cosmo! As web ed, no two days are the same – some days I’ll be at a video or photo shoot, others I’m interviewing celebs or updating myself on the latest goss (all for research purposes, obviously).
Apart from that, I have a healthy addiction to cupcakes, clutches and Christian Bale. I once watched a VH1 countdown of ‘The 50 Most Awesomely Bad Songs Ever’ and was proud to announce that I loved every last one of them. I’m very good at tripping over, talking too loud and saying the wrong thing at the wrong time. Oh … and in an acrostic poem that my friends wrote about me, the “e” in my name stood for “embarrassing.”
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Tue 26
Talkin' trash
My name is Lauren, and I'm a trash-aholic.
After a day of answering emails, writing emails, picking up the phone and attending approximately 6000 meetings, some people unwind with a bath or a glass of wine. While I'm partial to both of these activities, my downer drug of choice is trash TV.
I love all things sudsy - soaps are my second language. From The Bold and the Beautiful (referred to by those in the know as Bold) to Gossip Girl, I'm a trash TV whore.
Like so many vices, my addiction isn't my responsibility. It was, of course, my mother's fault. As a kid, we'd plonk down in front of the TV at midday and sit, entranced, for the next two hours. It was time for Days of Our Lives and The Young and the Restless. I had no idea what was actually happening onscreen (though I'd probably be able to skip right up to date if I were to flick over for five minutes now) but part of my not-quite-formed mind was compelled.
I graduated to Beverly Hills, 90210, and to its spinoff, Melrose Place. I sampled Models, Inc. before my parents decided it was probably too racy for a seven-year-old (Bev and Melrose, though, they were OK). Mum and I reunited over the shortlived Savannah, another Spelling soap that bit the dust before the ink on the second season contracts was dry.
During high school, I watched Bold, swapping notes with my friend Robyn the next day. She had a soft spot for Thorne; I fancied Rick; we both hated Brooke.
The O.C, Gossip Girl, and (fingers crossed) the new 90210 are all part of my Hall of Shame.
I love the sheer absurdity and the totally over-the-top nature of these shows. I love that nobody ever marries, divorces and deals with the fallout (mortgage, kids etc). In a soap, you're either madly in love or at war. I love that time drags on forever: Christmas lasts ten episodes, a birthday can stretch over two or three, and no one ever seems to age (except, of course, when the two-year-old character inexplicably becomes 16 over summer hiatus).
And while I do love my doses of 'proper' TV (The West Wing, Mad Men, Six Feet Under, Dexter), there really is nothing better than taking in the trash.
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