Guilty Pleasure
I spent two hours last Thursday completely immersed in a guilty pleasure and I do it every four weeks. So what was it? I read the latest “People”, “In Touch”, “Life and Style” and “Star” magazines cover to cover. It’s my favorite part of my monthly visit to my hair dresser.
Once a month I get my hair trimmed and every other month I get my hair returned to its natural color. As I sat there crowned in foils and in my plastic cape, I catch up with the lives of the rich and famous, and movie, TV, and reality stars. Sue, my hair dresser, has already discussed the trashy periodicals with at least twenty clients before me, so she has a knowledge base to discuss it with some form of authority. With an assumed right earned by age and our average Jane salary, style and mentality, we gleefully discuss plastic surgery, clothes, relationships and bodies of all those featured in the magazines. At least 50% of the people featured, I don’t recognize, a sure sign of higher intelligence or age. I prefer not to dwell on it. This month I read about Kim Kardashian’s upcoming wedding, the anorexic bodies of Angelina Jolie and Lee Anne Rhimes, regretful plastic surgery, the death of Amy Winehouse, Britney Spears picking her nose and passing gas, and whether Ashley would pick Ben or JP on the Bachelorette. It was a bonanza of mind wasting, useless information, but it was just what I needed at the end of a mentally exhausting week.
I know I’m not the only one who reads this stuff. Millions of trashy magazines are sold every day, and everyone at least glances at them while waiting in line at the checkout line at the grocery store. Do I wish for their lives? No, not even for a minute. I don’t read about them because they lead a life I want, but because it’s like reading about a fantasy, and at least for a while I don’t have to think about work, paying bills, laundry, kids, and cleaning the house. So what’s your guilty pleasure?
** Thanks Sue ay Design Studios, for years of great haircuts.
Once a month I get my hair trimmed and every other month I get my hair returned to its natural color. As I sat there crowned in foils and in my plastic cape, I catch up with the lives of the rich and famous, and movie, TV, and reality stars. Sue, my hair dresser, has already discussed the trashy periodicals with at least twenty clients before me, so she has a knowledge base to discuss it with some form of authority. With an assumed right earned by age and our average Jane salary, style and mentality, we gleefully discuss plastic surgery, clothes, relationships and bodies of all those featured in the magazines. At least 50% of the people featured, I don’t recognize, a sure sign of higher intelligence or age. I prefer not to dwell on it. This month I read about Kim Kardashian’s upcoming wedding, the anorexic bodies of Angelina Jolie and Lee Anne Rhimes, regretful plastic surgery, the death of Amy Winehouse, Britney Spears picking her nose and passing gas, and whether Ashley would pick Ben or JP on the Bachelorette. It was a bonanza of mind wasting, useless information, but it was just what I needed at the end of a mentally exhausting week.
I know I’m not the only one who reads this stuff. Millions of trashy magazines are sold every day, and everyone at least glances at them while waiting in line at the checkout line at the grocery store. Do I wish for their lives? No, not even for a minute. I don’t read about them because they lead a life I want, but because it’s like reading about a fantasy, and at least for a while I don’t have to think about work, paying bills, laundry, kids, and cleaning the house. So what’s your guilty pleasure?
** Thanks Sue ay Design Studios, for years of great haircuts.
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