I received an email the other day telling me my gift subscription to Cosmopolitan would be ending soon and I can’t tell you how pleased I was to hear it. Never has a present been less well received. And while I thanked my friend for the thought, I also made it abundantly clear another year of this trashy rag would not be welcome.
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Be honest men… did you even notice she was wearing a hat?
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Decades of legitimate research? If you say so…
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Even after a solid year of this crap, I’m still surprised this is what passes for a women’s magazine these days.
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Is this even possible?
On second thought, don’t answer. I don’t want to know.
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This entire publication lost me at hello. And in case you’re wondering, no… I don’t read the articles. I just flip through and photograph them for blog fodder. I didn’t meet Kristie and have no intention of ever doing so.
And the best (worst?) part is it’s even more ridiculous than the ass shaped chair.
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Yes, you read that correctly. You can now own a vibrator that will sync with your iTunes playlist.
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The mind boggles.
I have no problem syncing my cell phone and the car stereo to my favorite songs, but adult toys? No. I don’t need a dildo to reverberate Florence and the Machine or Led Zeppelin. Although Stairway to Heaven might be an appropriate tune, all things considered.
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Truer words were never spoken. I most certainly did not…
Gather round boys and girls…. September’s Cosmo, aka the worst gift subscription ever, is here.
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On first glance I thought maybe, just maybe…. I could flip through it without being stunned this month.
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Yeah.
No such luck. And as I’ve said before, I’m no prude… but the in your face sexual content of this magazine never fails to surprise me.
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Greatest sex position. Wouldn’t that be a personal choice?
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Not according to Cosmopolitan.
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And… apologies, but I’m not going to discuss the Venus butterfly technique. Cosmo did, so if you’re curious, get your own friend to give you a year’s worth of this trash.
Oh, you thought my awful gift subscription to Cosmopolitan had run out? No such luck. So sit back and see what the young women of today are reading about this month.
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Okay then… moving on.
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Apparently there’s a dating app for everyone. Not ready for Tinder or Grindr? Try Tabby.
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Meow!
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This particular article was quite detailed and had everything you ever needed or wanted to know about circumcised penises.
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As well as a lot you ( or maybe just I ) didn’t.
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When in doubt, say nothing. Apparently my mother’s advice holds true for every situation.
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What’s up Venezuela?
Wait.. on second thought. I don’t want to know.
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P.S. I refuse to put sixty nine or circumcision in my list of tags. No good can come from that. So to speak…
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