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I thought my gift subscription to this horrible rag had run out but apparently there was one more month of Cosmopolitan to suffer through.
Thankfully there wasn’t much truly blog worthy content, but I will share this one snippet.
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A mystifying article of tips of which I shall spare you all but this:
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Why is this magazine still being published?
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The Winter Olympics are over, but some stories are still worth telling.
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Not being born with that particular appendage, I can only imagine what that would feel like. The time I froze the Oscar Meyer wieners by mistake comes to mind, and if so? Ouch!
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I’m happy to report Cluck was adopted. Read about him here.
https://amp.charlotteobserver.com/news/state/north-carolina/article258043433.html
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There are numerous reasons I’m not flying right now. Covid, extended periods of mandatory masking which kick my hot flashes into high gear, and crazy passengers who have to be zip tied during flight… but a stranger’s bare feet on the back of my head? If this is what’s happening now, I may never fly again.
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Of course it will. The way things are going in the world these days, I expected no less.
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Sorry, you’re on your own with this one. I didn’t read the article. My life is fine just the way it is.
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This month’s issue of Cosmopolitan made me wonder why my girlfriend gave me a subscription to this in the first place. Fashion and make up tips? Fine.
But, hey… I don’t have a post pandemic sex bucket list and don’t plan on making one any time soon.
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But if I did?
I can assure you this wouldn’t be on it.
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Good grief. I’ve been known to blog about my trips to the grocery store… but I seriously doubt anyone wants to read about that happening in the middle of aisle 12.
After the bucket list, there was a list of commonly asked questions.
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I don’t know about you, but that’s not something I commonly ask.
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And I can guaran-damn-tee you I’ve never asked that!!
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I’m not going to show the answers to that one, you’ll never look at the contents of your kitchen cabinets the same way, but I’ll leave you with this more than slightly suggestive accompanying photo.
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This.
This is what passes for a woman’s magazine these days.
Hell, I’m not a prude… but it seems like these articles would be more suited to Hustler or Gynecologist’s Quarterly.
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Tiptoeing around the house quietly while the husband is teleworking is not my forte, so I tried to find something sedentary and silent to do as not to disturb his process.
Yesterday this involved scrolling through a news feed on my phone.
Sick to death (no pun intended!) of the current global health crisis, I found myself reading an article called “Jason Bateman deserves to be taken seriously.”
Yes.
This is how far I’ve fallen.
And because I realize there might be a few other desperate house bound tiptoers out there?
Feel free to melt your brain as well.
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