Trashy magazines

I don't know what it is, but there's something about living in Africa that makes trashy, American, celebrity gossip magazines much, much more interesting than they ever would be anywhere else. I received five in the mail from my mom last week, and even though they were a couple months old by the time they made it to Kigali, they were a big hit when I had friends over for dinner this past weekend.
Even the guys couldn't be disturbed once they started reading (even though they might kill me for mentioning that!).