I admit, I love reading those articles. They are always perfectly trashy and hilarious. The one about dirty baby diapers all around her house and that she changes them on white couches and on white carpets without any blanket or anything, so there are poop stains everywhere all over her house are hilarious.
And the photos are the best. She never disappoints with some new tacky outfit, the flabby thighs and big gut, the ridiculous hats and glasses and wigs. I LOVE it when they show her unmanicured, with scabby fingers with ragged, bitten down dirty nails and dirty hands.
I have to admit, I love it. What does that say about me?