This is David Beckham as pictured in a recent copy of OK Magazine. He is portrayed as a master chef, standing in his expansive kitchen holding out to the camera the latest in a long line of his exquisite creations. He seems very proud of this dish - just look at the confidently cocky raising of his eyebrow.
But wait - let's take a closer look at this gastronomic delight; why, it's just pasta, with a tin of tomatoes on top.
No cheese, no herbs, no vegetables, no meat, no sauce. Just pasta... and tinned tomatoes.
Now, I don't have anything against young Dave, I think he has a fantastic footballing talent and is right to make the most of it. But I do think that allowing yourself to be photographed like this (however much money you're being paid) leaves him open to the question of how much sense he has. A chimp could put pasta in a bowl and pour tomatoes over it, and that's the sort of thing most people will think when they see this.
I don't particularly feel the need to leap to Becks' defence (better to imagine him groaning when he sees it on the news-stand.), but I'm afraid the whole OK Magazine thing in general outrages me. Celebrities queue up for this sort of treatment, and then wonder why we're laughing at them.
OK Magazine print vacuous interviews ("Were you good looking as a boy?") alongside meticulously posed 'natural' photos (David making a cup of squash), and half the population ooh and aah as though it has some actual value!!
We don't know these people, we never will, and what does it matter how many pair of shoes a 3rd rate TV presenter has? Are we really all that boring that the only way we can spice up or lives (pun intended) is to peer into someone else's?
If we do need to do that, let's at least read something meaningful.
It was once said the TV was like chewing gum for the mind. If that's the case, then OK Magazine must be like Space-Dust; a bit of sweet tasting fizzle, then it all just evaporates.
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