Telegraph
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However, when Peaches got married for the first time, I really warmed to her. It was around the time I got my first journalism job. In my office, our celebrity obsession was all consuming, and it didn't end when we stopped writing. Every day, on Gawker, on Jezebel, on Defamer, on the Mail Sidebar, I'd track her from Shoreditch to Williamsburg, obsessed with the internet's obsession and charmed by the recklessness of her big, romantic gesture. You had to love a girl who would get married just because she could. It seemed dizzy, impetuous and entirely thrilling.