Every once in awhile, I get tired of reading stuff that’s important. Every once in a while I like to revert to my 16-year-old self (which was SO long ago, right?), lay back, relax, and flip through a Cosmo. This weekend, when my best friend Hillary came down from CMU to stay with me, that’s exactly what we did.
There is nothing too intriguing about the content of a Cosmo, unless you are thoroughly interested in the verging-on-inappropriate sexual musings of 20-year-old pop culture addicts, Lady Gaga, and why your man really likes it when you cook for him. It’s the mere “idea” that comes with the magazine that makes it so timeless. It’s frivolous, risque, and very feminine. It allows the readers to escape from responsibility for awhile–although that may be a slight exaggeration.
by Taylor Benson