|Posted by Mandylady303 on October 20, 2010 at 1:51 AM|
So today I’m waiting for my tire to get plugged at the local tire store and I see a Glamour magazine. For giggles I pick it up. I’m not saying I never read these magazines if I am in said situation, but I will NEVER subscribe to a magazine that tells me what an ideal woman is. A magazine. Really. Are you kidding me? I feel like popular culture, style, the what’s going on in Hollywood crap, is ridiculous. I’m not saying it should be ignored, well on some levels I’m saying this, but regardless, it should not be followed.
To put so much stock in what’s what and whose who is down right stupid. Who gives a shit what Angelina Jolie wore on Grammy night. Are you going to be able to afford the Emerald earrings and Emerald ring she wore? No. So don’t even try. We all know it’s not real. And plus, drug addiction, possible incestual relations, a lot of bad decisions and millions of dollars made that woman. I don’t want that life. Therefore, I don’t want to dress like I live it.
Who am I kidding? It would be fantastic to be rich and be able to travel the world and help people and adopt babies from other countries and fly jets and have the shoes and the hair, and wait, no. I don’t want that. I do not want the Paparazzi encircling me. Screw that. I am envious of the wealth and the ability to pretty much have whatever you want. But I want to be able to do that without all the pressure. Where is the magazine that shows me how to be that woman?
Where are the articles that tell you how to be a self made millionaire without sub coming to some physical representation for all woman kind? Is that in Oprah magazine? I mean really, GLAMOUR. Give me a break. I guess there should be a magazine like that, as a sort of study guide for all the misguided nit wits. It’s just ridiculous. It’s geared towards teenagers who have money and can spend it whatever is in the magazine. Then we have shows like Orange County Housewives. I think that’s what I’m really mad about. These people live on a completely different planet. It’s gated for god’s sake. The gates to heaven. What the hell. I am watching this today on my free TV, it’s a rerun and honestly, it’s like a train wreck. I have to watch it. I can not believe how out of touch they are. This one chick is getting married and she is asking her 21 year old daughter, who has never left home, if she will be her bridesmaid. She tells her she needs to send out invitations, and the daughter says: “Um Mom, I have that really stringy nasty handwriting you know.” Mom says “Well honey, use cursive.” Daughter and I swear to god she says this “Uhhhh maaaaaaaaauuummmm. I don’t know how to do cursive, remember?”
Are you kidding me? I bet she has a subscription to Glamour magazine. And what pisses me off is that bitch drives a Mercedes and wants to upgrade to a BMW. Really. Nice. So very nice. Where’s my fucking bailout. I thought, for sure, being able to write cursive was just a fucking given. Now I know that it is the difference between Beemer and Ford Ranger.
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