Women’s Magazines…
I HATE them.
They are full of the same old shite every week – diets, ‘slebs’ on diets,’ 'the diet's that do not work', how to please your man, how s**t men are, interviews with 'reality stars' ‘idols’ or 'choreography men', clothes, handbags, ‘problem pages’, eurgh. It’s enough to turn your guts out.
Is there such a thing as a women’s magazine which encourages you to focus on self-fulfilling goals – like climbing MT. Everest, or finding a cure for HIV, discovering the outer reaches of the universe or becoming PM, or discovering a mountain hold of Roman treasures?
Whatever happened to ambition? It seems like every woman around my age just wants to get an even tan , a rich footballer, and a nice bikini to lie on the beach in (not to actually swim in, though.)
And they think I’m a psycho?
Really, I am generally offended by these publications. I spent so many years of my life reading these things, and I can see my niece starting to read the same old crap...they amount to nothing, and should be consigned to the scrap heap, yet from what I see, they are used as a basic communication tool among women. Why? WHHYYY? 