Okay, lately, I have had nothing to say. I finished my Life Coaching and NLP Practitioner certification program — a year well spent, but it’s official ya’ll! Who wants some help?
I also went back to America for a few weeks (which flew by way too fast!). I ate all of the food and did none of the exercise, so, naturally it’s taken a couple of weeks to recover from my vacation. (And all of the Trump media coverage I could barely stomach).
It’s weird; I thought going back to America would make me have a better sense of place, but, really it just made me feel like a don’t exist anywhere. I chose to move to another country for love, and I get sad, homesick, and conflicted about where we should live all of the damn time. It’s hard to find your place in the world in general, isn’t it?
My life feels very much like an eternal LISS treadmill session right now.
I often tell people that I live under a rock when it comes to technology and social media so only recently have I discovered the amazingness of the Podcast. I love listening to Podcasts. In fact, so much that I’ve been listening to fantastic feminist Podcasts, and it’s opened my eyes so much more to how shitty most things “created” for women’s consumption truly are.
It’s a shitstorm or epic proportions. So, I’m going to start a series of posts called, “just no,” so I can point out some of the more absurd and hilariously insulting things created “for women” that I see online, in print, and in general.
I boycotted most magazines years ago. I ultimately decided (oh, the wasted years and self-esteem) that spending $5 on 100+ pages of photoshopped women and article upon article about how women should eat, have sex, and wear what they want but only “just enough” so that they don’t become a slut, fat, and look like a “hot mess” really isn’t a good use of any woman’s money.
So, when my mother bought me a copy of the April issue (sorry, I’m a month behind!) of Cosmopolitan while I was home, I immediately got hives. No offense, Kaley Cuoco, I like you, girl. I do. But just look at this crap covering your person!
I love how circular the cover features always are, don’t you?
- Text your man hot things.
- Blow his mind.
- Crack his code.
- Tighten your legs and butt.
- Get more sleep.
- Get up early and have coffee with your girlfriends and laugh your asses off about how you had the worst date with a “bro” who you texted four times and blew his mind and how you’ll have to find a way to make peace with the (unlikely) fact that you make more money than he does.
I once heard these words in response to my loathe for these magazines: “I hate to burst your bubble, but these are the things women really care about. ”
My bubble? It has been well and truly burst. Um, no.
If you want to send a text message, a dude can’t resist, just send him any message at any time after 2 am on a Saturday. Trust me; you could mistakenly text him an order for pizza, and he’ll still ask you to come over. However — and I don’t feel like I should have to point this out — any guy who is worthwhile shouldn’t need to be captivated by your sexy text messaging skills, tight butt muscles, or glowing skin.
No matter how “cutting edge” these types of magazines claim to be, they are still so simplistically offensive to women and pretty much all humans.
Until next time!
Do you like Women’s magazines? If so, which ones and WHY?