Who the hell are Heidi and Spencer?
Why the golden age of celebrity gossip is grinding to an end. By Rebecca Traister Mar. 20, 2008 | It would seem the most incidental of choices: Before boarding a recent night flight across the Atlantic Ocean, I stepped into a newsstand at John F. Kennedy airport and left without buying a single glossy gossip magazine for my trip. Planes are my top favorite place in which to indulge in the brain-cleansing pleasures of People, US Weekly, In Touch, and even the occasional Star magazine. But on this particular flight — on my way to an indulgent (if not brain-cleansing) vacation, no less — all I could do was stare at my candy-colored cover choices, recognize in some dazed way that I didn’t know what a Heidi or a Spencer was, and proceed to the register with only a bottle of water and the Atlantic Monthly. By the time I boarded a return flight a week later, the next issue of the Atlantic Monthly was on the stands, bearing on its cover an image of embattled pop tart Britney Spears; it sat n
