I have a confession to make. Last week, the mailman delivered my
neighbor’s magazine to my mailbox. It
was a magazine that I had never heard of, and it had Maya Rudolph on the
cover. Combined with the magazine’s name
(Bust), I became intrigued and gingerly cracked it open for a peek.
Seems innocent enough. |
Yes, I read my neighbor’s
magazine, front to back.
Truly, I had no intention of
going through every single page, but I quickly became fascinated by this smutty
magazine. And smutty it was. Well, at least to these delicate eyes, it
was. Anything that has a dedicated
section called “One Handed Reading” qualifies as smutty in my book. Others (non-prudes) might call it refreshingly candid.
A couple of observations about
this publication. I get the feeling this
is a magazine intended to liberate women, promote equality, and educate the
world. Which explains the unconventional
female celeb on the cover. But Maya
Rudolph on the front cover was misleading.
For a brief moment, I wondered if it was a magazine for well-endowed
women. I didn’t know…there are all kinds
of magazines out there, and Maya is rather
bountiful in that area. But that
didn’t seem her style, and the cover oozed a Marie Claire vibe. I expected page after page of clothes, shoes,
hair, and makeup, with a few racy articles here and there. What I got instead, was a 4-page article
about Christy (I've changed her name to protect her identity) who discovered she had already
accomplished 200 out of 300 sexual exploits. She then proceeded to live out at least 20
more in one weekend with a noncommittal partner. But not without first practicing by herself at home.
I read it to the very last word,
the way a passerby rubbernecks a car accident.
I was strangely compelled to keep
turning the page, out of sheer lurid fascination.
My other observation with this
magazine was around their target audience.
Who exactly was this magazine trying to attract?
Maya Rudolph on the front cover is clearly in my age bracket. But the one handed story about a college
girl who hooks up with her younger brother’s friend in the backseat of a
car couldn't have been meant for my age group, could it? I mean, that’s the kind of storyline a hormonal
19 year old might dream up.
And then there were the
advertisements…o…m…g… Did you know that
there is such a thing as a cup that you can insert inside you to “collect
yourself”, so to speak, during that
time of the month? Ummm…eeeuuuuwwww. So take a moment to imagine the circumstances around when you'd need to use this product. And now I have two words for you:
cup removal. It just seems like a bad idea and makes me
queasy thinking about it.
After all this illicit viewing, I
had a dilemma: deliver the magazine to my neighbor or
throw it in the trash and pretend I never saw it. Either way, I had to get it out of the house or else risk my 12 year old son finding it.
If I delivered it, I might run into my neighbor. We'd have to trade
embarrassing, knowing looks (ok, I'd be the only one embarrassed).
But if I didn’t return it, I would surely burn in hell.
Cliff hanger.
9 comments:
Jadzia, I found a typo in my post (shameful), corrected it, and now your comment has disappeared! So here it is, cut and pasted from my email notice:
Jadzia@Toddlerisms:
All I know about Bust Magazine (as it's not available in my area) is that one of the publishers is the Stitch 'n Bitch lady. Which kind of makes me pre-love it in theory, but I am not really up for an Awkward Conversation with any of my 3 literate sons. From your description, it kind of sounds like Sassy: 20 Years Later.
Sounds like a riskier version of Cosmo!! :)
Jadzia, I'm not really up for an awkward conversation with my literate husband, lol.
MommaSachs, that's what I thought too!
Taking your neighbor's magazine, for shame...just kidding.
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Jman, that's so cool. I'd like to thank the academy. Or in this case, you... :)
I love Bust and have been reading it for a while...they do craft fairs too that I have gone too.
My face just turned red reading this. I'm so freaking shy about that stuff, which is completely not like my regular personality at all. Anyway, I'd throw it away and deal with the guilt.
Quit reading that smut, you thief.
niquesaulet, I totally missed the crafty stuff, lol.
Rebeccah, I might have done just that! I'm not admitting to anything...
You're Lucky, I laughed out loud at that one, and P got irritated and told me stop making him feel like he's missing out on something good.
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