As you know, I am not a 25 year old single woman…. (Please refrain from commenting if you value our friendship) so it’s been a while since I leafed through a Cosmopolitan magazine. But for some reason a girlfriend gifted me a subscription, and I felt I needed to honor the gesture.
My hair removal routine is neither adventurous nor worth writing about, and as for the scale….. I’m afraid my hairless cat level will have to remain a mystery. I like my readers, but not that much.
And how do they know walking burrito wasn’t the look I was going for?
Fashion is personal…. and I happen to have the perfect black bean earrings to match, so there!
The selfie wasn’t around when I was young and single, so this may be a day late and a dollar short… but here goes.
Okay, so maybe I need a little more practice.
What kind of noodle am I?
Yes…. I’m beginning to remember why I stopped reading Cosmo in the first place.
(In case you’re wondering? Rigatoni baby.)
I found this issue to be so utterly ridiculous, I may have to make it a monthly series. And if you’re groaning now?
Just be thankful I didn’t share all the articles today.
Yes, it’s clearly been a while since I read single women’s magazines.