I was walking through Parnell today tripping over the absurd amount of sidewalk advertising and listening to the fantastic Summerteeth album by Wilco. As I stumbled over a sign advertising the latest issue of Womans Weekly I happened to glance down and see a headline: Surprise Baby! It occurred to me that one would have to be at least slightly retarded (or absurdly obese, and there might not be a difference there) for a baby to be a surprise. What… do you shag someone, wake up 9 months later, look down at your enlarged belly and think "HOLY FUCK HOW DID THAT HAPPEN???". OK, so maybe thats a plausible scenario, you somehow ended up in a coma, for those people this rant doesn't apply. Anyone else has no excuse. I began to think that the whole concept of "womens magazines" is pretty fucked up. Weekly tomes dedicated to which star or starlet was seen where doing what or whom. Were they on drugs? Did they have make-up on? Are they struggling under the burden of stardom? Why the fuck do we even care? Intelligent People Shouldn't Tolerate Womens Weekly.
Alternative - Save the trees, they're worth more than any New Idea will ever be.
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