Every December, my magazine addiction kicks into an even fiercer gear when January issues begin hitting my mailbox. I frantically tear through each glossy mag, searching for that “astrology” or “horoscope” page usually listed under “In Every Issue” in the Table of Contents.
Why? I’m always dying to know what happens next. Yes, I’m the one who reads the end of a book first. I’ll read recaps of TV shows that I haven’t seen yet just because I have to know what transpired. I love surprises, but it’s like tickling me until I pee in my pants. I just can’t take the suspense and anxiety!
All my favorite magazines have horoscope features: Harper’s Bazaar, Glamour, Town & Country, Elle… you name it. My favorite, however, is Cosmopolitan‘s “Bedside Astrologer”. I think it’s because every year, that risqué rag promises me a hot, passionate love affair to top all others with the kindest, manliest soul ever found on God’s green Earth. Yeah… I’ve been waiting for that to happen since the 1996 edition, Cosmo Friend. A girl can dare to dream, though.
Much like self-help reading, I think all these horoscopes have become too much for one’s brain to handle. Like information overload. Why can’t I settle for, “It’s a brand New Year; let’s just see what happens”? That’s a pretty novel concept, don’t you think?
Many of us have experienced monumental challenges this year – from job losses to a crashing economy to overseas wars, environmental disasters, etc. We all want answers to life’s biggest questions. It’s no surprise: All you have to do is look around you to know we could use a giant slice of faith and optimism.
So here’s hoping you bring some ease to your life in 2010. You certainly don’t need a horoscope to tell you that.
Are you like me? Can you help taking a peek into the future?
–For the record, I believe one’s fate lies primarily with God. So no fun-killing, catty “horoscopes are the Devil” kind of comments.–
Picture: Cosmopolitan.com
It’s no secret I’m a magazine whore. I adore the tactile experience of pulling it out of the mailbox, scanning the cover (sometimes gagging at the cover model) and crawling under my duvet to devour its contents. I love the artwork, which I don’t think can be justly reproduced online. I don’t think you can duplicate the reading experience online, either. Helloooo…I spend enough time at the computer.
thinking to myself “the bloodbath continues”, I thought of all the employees who are losing their jobs. The job market in NYC is tough enough. Hell, the market all over is still tough, especially in creative fields. So I want to send all the good karma and wishes I can your way, ex-Conde Nasters. Here’s hoping you find even better success down the road with fabulous new work! 
This morning, I was looking for some past issues of Domino for a work project, and I had forgotten that I’d saved about three years’ worth of the now-defunct, yet brilliant and sorely missed style/design publication.
As I was finishing off my bowl of ABCs and 123s chased with chips and salsa, I saw that “Little House on the Prairie” was on. And, not only that, but it was the episode where Ma thinks Pa is gettin’ it on with the young, attractive widow for whom he’s moonlighting in order to afford some fancy new dishes for the Ingalls’ dinner table. Sadly, I had a big ol’ smile on my face at the end of the show, then got to turn it to Lifetime for my double-dose of “How I Met Your Mother” re-runs. Ahhhh…guilty pleasures. Does it get any better?
you suck for getting rid of the Numerology page!
The Good:
Magazines are a good cheap treat for the unemployed, but when there are so many gorgeous, colorful covers boasting “ultimate hair how-tos”, “pinching pennies” budget info as well as the latest fashion tips, gossip and in-depth features, etc., it can get overwhelming…and expensive!
