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Ten Years of Hate

Tuesday, February 10th, 2009

Wary of the fact that I always seem to write about the same sort of subject matter (Star Wars, The Watchmen movie… uh Star Wars) I suppose I should write about something other than nerd stuff. So this one, like this one, is for the ladies…

This month sees the tenth anniversary of Heat Magazine, although, as TV Cream‘s weekly mailout reminds us, it’s much changed from its initial incarnation as a sort of Time Out Junior which was aimed, we recall, at people “who move house and set up the CD player before they put up the curtains”. I remember my flat mate getting it, purely for the TV listings, although fairly early on we noticed a move towards coverage of who’s going out with who, and why you should care type bollocks.

I can’t find any evidence for this but I swear an early issue was adorned with the face of Darth Maul. Not surprising, seeing as every single magazine in the world was jumping on the Episode One bandwagon that year, but it certainly wouldn’t happen with today’s Heat. Well, not unless Jordan claimed to be fucking the Dark Lord of The Sith, anyway.

Heat coincided with the appearance of Big Brother, unsurprisingly and the two have been feeding off eachother ever since. I remember being in that same flat and being horrified when my flatmate announced that he would be watching the BB final and not the latest episode of Buffy. Now of course I have given in to its all pervasive influence and it’s regularly on in our house. I even sat rapt while watching Rachel (I bet you’d forgotten her already, hadn’t you?) win last year’s, using a combination of being nice but a bit thick, not saying anything remotely inflammatory and being viciously hated by everyone else in the house for no good reason.

Ho hum. Happy birthday Heat. May you never tire of rooting through the detritus of celebrity “culture” and making women feel bad about themselves. As a special treat, here’s some unpublished covers.



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