Yesterday afternoon I took myself off for a cut and colour.
Before I scooted out the door I considered taking my laptop and using the two hours I’d be sitting still – UNINTERRUPTED – to get through some emails and personal admin. I even briefly entertained the idea of using the time to set up a schedule for the remaining three months of the year and a Christmas plan. Then I remembered that I am not the scheduling type, and I’m certainly not the Christmas-planning type, so I left my computer at home.
I thought, no. I am going to use these two hours to luxuriate in magazines. To enjoy some “down time”. To forget about the multitude of tasks – work, family, home, social – that are swirling around my head on any given day and just be.
So I arrived and promptly began devouring a selection of magazines that were placed in front of me. They ranged from tabloids, to high fashion, to home design. Goodie, I thought! Two hours escaping real life starts now!
I started flicking through a number of different weeklies and I can’t lie. I felt funny. Every second story was about someone’s weight. There were stories of inspirational weight loss and humiliating weight gain. There were stories about women who were looking too gaunt which obviously meant they’re facing marital problems and/or career ruin and women who are obviously finally happy because they’re thinner/stronger/curvier. In every instance their weight was used as a gauge for their life.
Ergh, I thought. I am pregnant with my third child at the moment and in the almost six years I have been in childrearing mode I have had more body variations than Tim Tam have released new flavours.
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This article reinforces everything that I already feel about reading magazines other than Rolling Stone. I never, ever buy one, or pick one up at the hairdresser. If I'm that desperate at the hairdresser I will 100% reach for an issue of Top Gear, at least some of the articles in there are funny (even though I know next to nothing about cars that are not Alfa Romeos).
Same! It's a travel mag for me, or Gourmet Traveller (food AND travel), National/Australia Geographic or something actually beneficial to one's psyche.