Epic WTF

There was one of those rags, in the waiting room, in the Croydon Early Pregnancy unit when ms_com and I were in during a miscarriage on our first pregnancy. The cover had a massive headline that said something like "I took my dead baby to work in a suitcase" or similar. Baring in mind this place is mostly visited by expecting mothers with some issue or other in early pregnancy. You don't go there if everything is fine. I have an urge to burn any such literature since. Or should I say, a stronger urge.

Another one ran an article on a conman who stole my mum's wedding and engagement ring when my parents were separated (my mum's story wasn't in it, turns out he was a prolific bellend).

For me those magazines are the magazine equivalent of toxic, acidic and radioactive trash. Not to be handled or sold.

Worst of humanity on display.

Though perhaps they serve a role to make people not having a great time feel better as "my life / myself aren't as bad as that"?

Horrendous magazine.

I know somebody who has read it since it was first launched (sometime in the early to mid 00s). She now lives in the USA and gets her Mum to post her back issues.

She's a Professor in a very niche and specialist field of genetics at one of more prestigious US universities. I have no idea what she gets from it.