Yes, my husband and I have turned a lot of stomachs this past couple of days. With just simple things, like asking for him to scratch my back or suggesting we go out for a nice romantic dinner. Apparently this is way too sexual for the kids to handle and they can only cry out with disgust to such benign interchanges between a couple married for 29 years, who don’t exactly exude hotness from every pore. It’s not like I suggested we have sex on the table or anything. Geez. I have addressed this in my First Times Greeting Card available for a laugh here. Enjoy.
So then we get this issue of Cosmo in the mail addressed to my daughter and what the heck, the thing is full of tacky sex talk and kiddish (and I mean fourth grade) discussion of a female person’s body parts. Come on – we can’t say vagina on the cover but we can say hoo ha? Give me a break. Cosmo magazine used to be a tad more sophisticated. I think that it is now downright stupid. My guess is that they need readership (badly) to be able to sell ads to their clients because for $5 a year, my daughter got this stupid one year subscription, which they then sent to two addresses. What joy for me to read about getting a healthy and happy hoo ha at this late stage in my life. And I read the article. I learned nothing really, as it was just a bunch of hoopla about a hoo ha. Another guess? Putting hoo ha on a cover sells more magazines.
And I think Amanda Bynes, featured on the cover, got a lip plumping job. And by lips, I mean the ones on her face. (See diagram in the article on hoo ha.)
“Violence and smut are of course everywhere on the airwaves. You cannot turn on your television without seeing them, although sometimes you have to hunt around.” ~ Dave Barry