I do not subscribe to Cosmopolitan.
Yet there it is in my mailbox every month. (The same thing happened with Rolling Stone; without my requesting it, I received an entire year of far, far left opinion pieces ensconced in the guise of music chat and review.)
Today, I slid the mail out of in my cubby, #4 in the community box, and in my hands, quivering from Reno’s unable-to-make-up-its-mind weather, I discovered a heavy, hot pink, perfect-bound publication.
Cosmo.
On the cover's top-right-hand corner, a yellow circle squealed, “The Sexy Issue!”
Because all the others are so prudish.
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OF COURSE you never opened the cover.
OF COURSE you walked right to the trash.
OF COURSE you put it in the garbage immediately.
I knew I could count on you to do the right thing!
Hey Megan, was it a good issue?
Theif! I bet you kept it...I would tell you to put the money in your mailbox for the postman to collect and mail to Cosmo, but how do you know he wouldn't just keep it?
Sexy time!
Amen on the Rollingstone comment. That magazine is irksome. You pick it up thinking you'll discover something musically new and fresh. Instead, it's filled with political Pop-o-ganda. Yawn.
Cosmo is much more shallow so the odds of politics in that are slim.
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