So there are lots of magazines in our house. It’s strange though. He gets some lad mags, a car magazine and at least one sports magazine. I get a lot of cooking and health related stuff. Cooking Light and Self and Herbivore, because even though I am not a vegan, I find they put out a damn fine magazine. From time to time I pick up copies of Vegetarian Times or the like. And I don’t actually have a subscription to BUST but I always pick it up when I see it. That and Malt Advocate which we will just consider a “health magazine”. OK?
If there is something that catches my interest on the cover of a magazine, I will most likely buy it. The most recent issue of Juxtapose caught my eye because it had articles about Tara McPherson and David Cho. And I recently sought out a copy of Hi Fructose just for an article about Mark Ryden. But sometimes I pick up Allure because it will say “GIANT MAKE-OVER ISSUE” and I am a sucker for before and after pictures. Or I’ll buy Ready-Made because it has instructions for making something I will never ever make but like to think I will…someday.
Like I said, there are a lot of magazines in our house. And I read a little of all of them. I will pick up his ESPN magazine even though I have very little interest in sports because I think it’s pretty well written and I like their designer. I will read the articles in his car magazine about cars I like, Volkswagons or Jeeps, just because I think they are nicely designed cars. I read his lad mags because when you get done reading all that other stuff there is not much left (Although I did demand his Playboy the other day because I wanted to see what Number Six looks like when she’s not a cylon. She looks nice).
But I think our magazines tell more of a tale than one would suspect.
I called home in the middle of the day to ask a question of him. I don’t remember what the question was but that’s not important to my rambling story. And, as is my wont, I asked if I had received any mail. I do this a lot and I don’t really know why except that I really like getting mail and sometimes I even get packages! Anyway, he said “Oh you got some magazines…there’s a Wired here. It has that guy from the Daily Show on it…you know the PC guy.”
My husband has his lad mags. The one with his beloved Eva Mendez arrived the other day and I haven’t seen it…I think he’s hiding it. But me, I get my own pin-up…John Hodgman is on the cover of Wired. I am thinking I need to hang that up in my cubicle.