The other day I was at the checkout in the grocery store and glanced at the rows and rows of gossip mags with Bruce Jenner plastered across the fronts. Some with rather obviously photo-shopped lipstick or unflattering droopy man-boobs. Some with Bruce looking just like many Californians who have had a little too much work done. Whatever angle the tabloids are playing for the sensationalism of the story. The cashier – a young girl of about 18 – saw that I was looking at …