According to magazines we are supposed to believe that is is beautiful. That this is how relationships are. That lying around in a bra on the carpet staring wistfully into your partners nipple with your pants undone is not only practical, but that THIS is how romance is done.
Pffbt. This is a relationship. This. This right here is a marriage and a story and love. This is happiness. This is romance. (This is also known as Mishi and her Mike.)
According to magazines this is how young beautiful people hang out after work. You know, in leopard print. At they gym. In heels.
This is friends hanging out. This is what real people do. And I’d much rather be here than up there. (Really, this is my friend Shireen. And I’d take her any day over just about any one in leopard print.)
Reality television and celebrities are showing a whole new generation that marriage is a joke. That it is old fashioned, a waste of time and will make you utterly miserable.
Tell her that. (Her is Katie.)
Best friend in Hollywood? Yeah. We’ve all seen how THAT works out.
Having kids? What a waste of time. Look how miserable they are. (They are Becky and her baby.)
A long time ago I was told to stop reading beauty magazines. That they will just make me feel fat, ugly and utterly ordinary.
So I stopped reading beauty magazines and started reading your blogs.
(And thank you thank you for sharing your pictures with me.)