Lunacy

I often wonder where these women's magazines that have articles such as "I was so hungry I ate my own arm" and "I fell in love with my hamster" and "My son is my grandfather" find the people who they are about. I mean, even if most of these stories were true then surely you wouldn't want a full page spread and accompanying smug photograph?! I realise they get paid, but how does that hundred and something quid compare with any old nodody knowing your skeleton in the closet? Of course, they could be made up to sell magazines in which case i've wasted far too long on the subject.