There are two kinds of people. Those who create the gossip and those who feed on it. I had never thought that so many people could be so interested in the lives of those they barely even know, let alone care about. Who slept with who, who fought with who, who started the rumor, who became a victim, who betrayed, who cried, who was the bitch. Who cares?
My best guess is it’s a part of our human psyche. It gives us a sense of pleasure and satisfaction in knowing that there are others out there, more messed up than us, maybe even more miserable.
And whoever said gossip was a thing of the women should come meet my friends!