Well. nutella. I think of myself as level headed and not easily led, but show me a sleb and there I am, watching for cellulite, examining outfits and wondering: "has she had work done?". I shake my head at their marital woes and mourn their losses. I often wonder why i do this. Let's think back to the last week. What was my adult conversation out apart from me and the neanderthal chatting/ Hmmmmm...had a chat with my dad, who was very animated about his gout. Discussed fuel ecomony over a cuppa at work. Pretended to my mum that I was back on a diet. Grunted briefly to another person on playground duty. Slebs are easy for the time pressed harried person. I can tune in and out when I have time. I can criticise without falling out. I can measure myself against them and engage without effort. A bit like a blow up doll, I guess.