The Star prides itself on being the class act among supermarket tabloids. "We never run stories on two-headed monsters," says editor Richard Kaplan. "We are a juicy celebrity-journalism publication."
For a weekly whose parent company also owns the National Enquirer and Weekly World News, that may be a distinction akin to being the grande dame of the whorehouse. In this week's issue, the Star (circ. 3.2 million) purports to describe the bedroom romps of Kirstie Alley ("Kirstie Alley: I Lured Men by Promising 3-in-a-Bed with Mimi Rogers") and the psychological torments of Julie Andrews ("Julie Andrews: Sound of Music Drove Me...
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