As far as I can remember, my love affair with magazines started when I was in 2nd year college. Prior to that, I thought of magazines as something that only gives you enough reason to pass time, something you can assume as your company inside a toilet, and something you can assassinate a fly with. During those days, men's magazines were a no-no for me because I used to think its all smut. I used to think fashion magazines are nothing but expensive 'it' bags and more expensive 'it' bags. I also used to think that society magazines are poorly layouted pictures of socialites and wannabes flashing their smiles and knowing that they will come out of society magazines, all for our rainforest's expense.
But it all changed one rainy August afternoon..
Isn't it a lovely day to get a good tan?
It was after my Filipino Language class when my cousin asked me to go with her in the mall. I came for the reason she's going to treat me snacks. When we were already inside the mall, we chanced upon a magazine stall. It could have been an ordinary checking out, until I saw this magazine cover...
the reason for my addiciton
Its a men's magazine that features Angelu de Leon in the cover. Angelu de Leon. A former teen idol. A single mom. A very bubbly and cheeky person. She is someone I'd never thought would grace a men's magazine like this. I said to myself "Wow, Id buy one." Unfortunately that day I didnt have enough money to buy one.
I anticipatingly waited for the day Im already able to buy one. Eventually I had bought one, eyeing it as a boy would eye a toy car. When I brought it home, I went immediately straight to my room, ripping the plastic sheet off, and read it from cover to cover, looking at the model's seductive poses, agreeing to every article written. It was really overwhelming. And since then, I knew I am hooked, and its going to stay.
Apparently, that issue was given bad reviews. It was criticized by most of that magazine fans, saying the pictures not really sexy, she's not worth the pages, no nipples revealed. During the time when sex kittens- who are willing to be taken a photo while spreading legs, for a serving of gourmet coffee -were the eye-candy of the public and the media, I couldnt blame them. But for me, it didnt really matter. What matters for me is what is inside and what is written on the pages. The pictures, the stories, the people - everything. And as I have said, I am hooked.
Right now I own a lot of magazines that can make Beast blush (both Hank McCoy and the one that Belle is dating). When I was still studying, I always brought one to school, no matter how scantily clad the lady in the cover is. I gleefully let friends borrow, but I would frown when they return it with crumples and folded pages (or worse, torn pages) - and with that, I make mental notes t myself not to let that creature borrow my magazines, again.
But I still think that society magazines are poorly layouted pictures of socialites and wannabes flashing their smiles and knowing that they will come out of society magazines, all for our rainforest's expense. =)
*In this blog, you'll be fed with upcoming issues, reviews, news, and whatnots about magazines. This blog is entirely dedicated to that purpose. As of this moment, I have bought two new magazines, yesterday I bought one. So, I have to go and read it.
Catch you again later,