beauty mag culture

beauty mag culture is disgusting.

my last 2 beauty mag purchases have been overwhelmingly disappointing: expensive little books on other people's romantic embarassments, sex tips, ads, latest unaffordable & not-so-fashionable trends, false gossip, and more ads. I bought the magazines for certain pictures, like Gwen Stefani looking cool, but the intensity of female bullshit jumping up at my face was simply too unbearable.

moral of the story: i should have known.

just when i thought i could be smart to avoid such investments, i was reminded of a certain harsh fact: beauty mag culture is only successful because it is beyond the magazine rack. a trip to the mall showed me the prominence of consumer culture, and the virtues we're so encouraged to radiate: prestige, greed, overall shallowness and to top it all off, hollow headed blabber to let your friends know just how much it all cost [the more expensive the better, of course]. surely not everyone in the mall deserves such curel judgement; but those who do exemplify this ideal, i like to call mall bitches.

moral of the story: don't be a mall bitch--because omg, it's sooo not cool.

in other interesting news, according to thespark.com's gender test, i am statistically male. for those of you who feel offended by this post, here's your comfort.