Mom's behind on her own reading, so she hasn't passed any down to me for a while. I ran out. GASP! I had nothing to read. And we just had mandatory breaks instated at work. I had nothing to do for 15 minuets but stare out to the street and count cars. It can be exhausting, let me tell you.
Twenty-six pounds of ads, this magazine is! I skimmed through sixty-four pages of ads before I even go to Letters to the Editor. Good grief, I thought I'd never seen so many ads for hair and skin products, clothing designers, and perfumeries.
I am currently on page 210, my stopping place at the end of today's afternoon break, and I have yet to come across a paragraph that is somewhat original, that I haven't read before in my previous subscriptions to Cosmo and Glamour, or that is even just a little interesting. Bye, bye $3.99.
On page 100 is a short article about Rosario Dawson. She is all fired up about getting Latinos to vote since she's Afro Cuban/Puerto Rican/ American Indian/Irish. Huh. Who knew? I thought she was black. You know around here, we refer to something like that as a "mutt". Look at me....Czech, Irish, French....
But I don't go around announcing all of that. I say I'm European Mutt, or most commonly refered to as: White Girl.
Anyway, in the article it states that "Latinos are the country's fastest growing poplulation...."
Yes, I know. I live in Texas.
"....but far less than one third of the vote."
Yes, I know. As I said, I live in Texas and about two-thirds of the non-voting community are here illegally. Duh.
I have nothing against Latinos, or whatever is the politically correct term these days, I love all races. I just thought it was an assenine thing to say in print, and I needed to comment on it.
So far, the rest of the magazine has been nothing but fashion and make-up and yet another two page article on our birth control choices.
Can't wait to see what the rest of this magazine has in store for me and my summer wardrobe. (I'll give you a preview.... Cotton Capris and tank tops with pit stains, no make-up and hair in a messy, sweaty bun. Yeah, that's my 9 to 5 wardrobe. Except it's 6 to 5 and it ain't no bloomin' office!)
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