Some magazine that I used to subscribe to went under last year, and as a consolation prize, I started getting Woman’s Day magazine. This is about the third time that has happened. I’ve come to believe that no matter what kind of magazine it is you were subscribing to, you get Woman’s Day. If Playboy went out of business, the subscribers would find Woman’s Day in their mailboxes.
This is a Mom magazine to me—and I mean my Mom, not me. I remember my mother getting it at the grocery store and cutting out recipes and coupons. It seems old-ladyish.
But I was actually so bored today that I started flipping through the latest copy. And the “fashion” stuff looked oddly familiar. I finally realized why—all the outfits shown look like they came from Jaclyn Smith’s Charlie’s Angels wardrobe.
I’m scared.
