Don't those scandal-hungry paparazzi vultures wish they'd been in my shoes this weekend: At a fancy Santa Barbara resort, my fellow vacationers and I watched as a very high-profile couple reunited after a nasty public split. As news spread of the couple canoodling by the pool and walking intertwined down garden paths, the resort was sent aflutter with celebrity gossip.
As I noticed resort-wide chatter focusing ever more exclusively on the couple's tryst, I wondered why any of us should care about the private lives of two people we'd never met. What does that say about our own supposedly exciting lives?
Our love of a celebrity's downward spiral is understandable enough, though not necessarily evidence of our loftiest traits - social psychology tells us that focusing on anyone down on their luck makes us feel better about our own lives. Yet anyone who's stood in a grocery store line and glanced at magazine covers can tell you that tabloid-o-philes aren't exclusively drawn to the negative. They often are equally interested in hearing about celebrity marriages, childbirths, giddy beach dates, and the like.

















