Obligatory Feminist Post June 16, 2008
At lunch today I sat down to eat and flicked through a womens magazine that was left on the table. By the time I reached the end of the magazine, I learned that:
a) I’m fat;
b) My husband is cheating on me and/or will leave me;
c) The perfect summer lip color is pink;
d) My unborn child will have a horrifying birth defect, that will inevitably lead to;
e) The abortion that will cause lifelong emotional problems.
Jesus Christ ladies! What are we doing to ourselves by reading this crap.
In other news, I worked on journals again at work today. They were published in the 19teens, and there was a super interesting article about the sinking of the Titanic. Apparently a journalist and pro-women suffragist named William Thomas Stead died on the Titanic, and there was a long obituary for him. Interesting stuff. As well, there was an ad for “Spikeless Skirt Grips”. Apparently underwear in the olden days took the form of a medieval torture device.
Pink is never the right lip color, and you are not fat.
I was mourning the end of Jane Magazine the other day (a year late, I know) and thinking about what crap alternatives are on the market. Boo. We should start a magazine!