September 12th, 2007

fuckoff

Where lifestyle is all about STUFF

So yesterday, I had occasion to be sitting around in a hospital, waiting. Most of you know I've been doing lots of sitting round in hospitals waiting lately, and consequently I'm up to date with all of last year's women's magazine gossip, what last season's stylish woman would be wearing, and how Britney might be pregnant again - oh look she's getting fat! *schadenfreude ahoy* etc.

So I thought, instead of yet another dive into how to lose those kilos for last summer so I don't look like Britney but not to lose too many because I don't want to look like Nicole either and is she on drugs anyway? And don't forget that I should be wearing polka dots and wedges for that stylish about-town look!

*cough*

So I picked up a men's magazine instead.

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It's been a while coming, this post. It took me a while to be able to pick up a men's magazine with minimal expectation of what I would find based on my occasional reading of women's magazines. But finally I got around to it, and I now thoroughly agree that it's all a vast conspiracy to make us conform men get given the same messages as women, just in a different way.

I think women's magazines are more fun, if only because the colours are prettier and they unashamedly stick their noses in other people's lives instead of trying to pretend they don't. And women get to have more fun with clothes.

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In other news, Mum gets her news today. I hope it's good.