Big Girl Panties

I've just discovered the beauty of reading men's magazines. Shoes, fashion, makeup, clothes... They're not there!

I know, I know... Many women actually enjoy reading about these things, but for the rest of us it's a good way to kill both the could-be-a-quality time and the weak, wishing on a falling star brain cells.

God bless the millions (billions?) of you who are actually capable of enjoying a good chick read, I still get bored to tears on the 3rd paragraph of a "Should I Cut My Hair Short?" quiz. No, I should not. End of the story.

You know what recently excited my young, info-starving mind? GQ! I don't know what did it for me, the amount of non-girl orientated articles or a manly "Grr" photo on every second page, but nonetheless, it got me hooked in no time. Yep. Read it for the first time yesterday; never wanna see Cosmo again.

Ok, that last one just made me feel like a traitor to all womankind, but hey, they say even Brutus had his reasons.