I'll admit it: every now and again I like to browse a Cosmo magazine. How very trashy, right? It's no Economist or National Geographic, but some of the articles are well-written, witty and splashed with cute photos and jealousy inducing ads. I've had a long standing love affair with the magazine. Growing up I treasured afternoons of sunny solitude spent in the Bozeman Public Library. I especially loved reading old Cosmo magazines as covertly as possible. I would look at the happy models and hope I turned out to be the stylish, sexy and intelligent (how I concluded the wafer thin models were intelligent is still a mystery to me) woman Cosmo promoted.
I was in Walgreens tonight wandering without purpose when I found the magazine aisle. Briefly I contemplated picking up a women's health magazine and brushing up on workout tips (Maybe not brushing up- that would imply I actually have a fitness foundation in the first place...). Then I found Cosmo. The first article I opened to was "How to Make Your Love Survive the Recession." Hmmm... WTF crossed by mind immediately. I flipped to the next page only to find that putting my satin panties in the freezer will be an immense turn on in the summer. (Another WTF for that one) Enough Cosmo.
I left Walgreens wondering if being in school too long, reading everything scholastic had tainted my usual love of the sexy mag. But that's not it. It's the fact that I want my superficial dose of femininity without reference to anything I'd see on BBC. I don't want to hear about the recession correlating with my love life. I don't want to hear how those stupid little white masks will actually spice up my love life. I just want a few unadulterated moments of escapism entertainment without the side of swine flu, recession woes and political undertones.
Frozen panties in the shower? Tell me more about that. You have a good fitness foundation, you just have to choose to apply it. Keep writing I enjoyed you first blog properly named I might add.
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