So, I just cancelled my subscription to Self magazine. I knew it was time because the most recent issue has been sitting on the kitchen counter since it arrived at my house 3 weeks ago in its plastic bag. Now, I might have opened it, glanced through, and tossed it in the recycling like every other month, except for one thing. Vanessa Hudgens is on the cover, with a headline that says, "25 Things You Don't Know About Her. "
You know what I do know about her? I know that she does not interest me, not even a little. I'm 44 years old, and I have children (plural) older than her. Why should I care about her? I know who she is, vaguely, and I give thanks to Bob and the Goddess every day that I do not have a child in the demographic that would require me to actually have watched her in HSM (which BTW expands in my abbreviation expander as Hispanic male, which gave me a giggle just now).
Apparently I'm now getting too old for all the magazines I used to read. I cancelled my Glamour subscription a couple of years ago for similar reasons.
However, if I start talking about a subscription to Modern Maturity, please, please, smack me around a little will you? I plan to never be "mature" enough for that particular publication.
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