After an intense day of molding adolescent minds, my new friend Stephanie and I decided to treat ourselves to a relaxing pedicure. I met her at the nail salon after logging some gym time, with minimal make-up, hair in a pony, and in work-out attire.
I have always felt that I looked young for my age, and when less dressed up--even younger.
As I eased into that chair that always makes you feel like you are somewhere between feeling good and having a seizure, I lowered my tired feet into the nice hot green water.
"Water too hot?" the Asian man with too many tattoos asks me.
"No, it feels fine." I reply, even though my feet feel like they are in hot lava.
I really don't like when I get stuck with a guy doing my pedicure. I'm not sure what bothers me about it because I actually think they do a much better job than the women. But something about it just gives me the creeps.
Anyway, in an effort to distract myself from the fact that a man who is not my husband is about to become intimate with my feet, I ask the nail-man if he will please grab me a magazine from the rack. I glance over at their selection.
"Anything is good," I say "People, Cosmo, Glamour... whatever."
Feeling great about myself after running two miles at the gym, I look over to find him rummaging through the magazines. Suddenly, he pulls one from the back of the rack with a giant smile on his face. Again, creepy.
That's when it happened. He handed me REDBOOK MAGAZINE.
I, of course, have seen this magazine in passing but have never actually had the desire to read it. I guess I always considered it to be more suitable for someone who was let's just say... older than me.
Okay, don't panic. I immediately Googled its demographic interest.
Product Description:
Redbook is the must-read magazine for today's young, married woman: an individual as passionate about her own needs as she is about those of her family. Each issue offers exciting, provocative features that address the all aspects of her life?everything from stylish fashion and beauty portfolios to scintillating stories on keeping her marriage fresh, to ideas on balancing home and career demands.
I read more...
If you find the sex-and-the-single-girl style of Cosmo less relevant to your current how-do-I-juggle-kids-husband-job-sanity stage of life, then congratulations, you've graduated to Redbook.
Okay, this sounds like me. After all, I am young, married and care about fashion. So, why am I so upset the nail-man brought me Redbook Magazine instead of my usualCosmo?
I guess I didn't realize that I had graduated in the magazine world. How dare he point this out to me? And with a smile on his face, no less. It is one thing to be married and have children. It is quite another to actually look like I am married and have children and want to read about other married women with children. Who did this nail-man think he was?
The worst part: As I angerly turned the pages, I discovered I like Redbook. They have some decent articles and it's pretty well written. I think I might pick up one at my local drug store (and some wrinkle cream.)I guess it could have been much worse. It could have been Good Housekeeping.
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