I’ve sung along to more than a few J-Lo songs in my lifetime, but I don’t own any of her albums. Similarly, I think Ben Affleck’s a terrific actor and film-maker, but I haven’t seen all of his movies.
These Hollywood A-listers are a couple I’m never likely to even meet, and yet over recent months the pop culture trash demon that lurks within has insisted I pore over every tabloid mention of their relationship.
