Women are inherently driven to read trash.
Although I try to deny it to myself, I do enjoy Cosmo and US Weekly and the odd girly novel about an up-and-coming female socialite in NYC. When you get down to it, such literature is fairly vapid, and I must admit that reading it sometimes makes me feel like an un-feminist sellout. However, I can't stop indulging in my guilty pleasure. As much as I want not to care what Cameron Diaz bought at the grocery store, I strangely do. I'm not interested in fashion, I have a makeup phobia and I don't envy those with glamorous careers in big cities. Yet I continue to buy $4.00 magazines that chronicle the lives of the Beautiful People. I guess I must want to pretend I can relate to this material. Why? Why? Why?
I am become Death
13 years ago
2 comments:
Get over the fact that you enjoy "normal" American girl activities and stop being so hard on the fact that you are similar to millions of others on one account.
I guess I can accept it, it's just a waste of money.
I have spent like $15 on magazines in the past month.
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