Thanks for the much-needed laffs! When I was in my teens all the way up to when I graduated college, I was a hardcore closet COSMO addict- I even had an actual subscription a few years, lol! The reason I was "closeted" is because most of my friends were (take your pick) hippies, metalheads, then punks/new wavers/alterna- rockers/grunge, etc.. I mean, I was, too, but I was kinda a poser, I'll admit- I could go clubbing with my preppy friends one night, mainstrean as can be, dancing to the (then) just-released "Thriller" album and have a blast. Then the next night I'd go see the Replacements or the *advertiser censored* Surfers at some raggedy-*advertiser censored* club (in Athens, GA- go Dawgs!), dressed in jeans w/holes in the knees and an "English Beat" t-shirt. Had fun doing that too. But I ALWAYS bought and read Cosmo and I LOVED it! Years later, in my mid-twenties, I 'dropped the habit' because I was older and a bit wiser and all of a sudden the magazine just seemed so...retarded. By the end of my addiction, I was only "in it" for the (mentioned in the article) "true" stories about bulimia or- better yet- murder. That's when I started with the true crime novels and really found my "true love"- ha! And of course that eventually led me to my beloved WS!! Truth be told, I have a Master's in English, have read- and loved- Shakespeare, Milton, Faulkner, etc. etc., and I still love literature but...give me a juicy (well-written; THAT'S another story!) true crime story and I will drop everything, still! :woohoo:
