The Question: Why have I been receiving Glamour magazine in the mail for the past 7 months?
The Answer: I have no fucking clue.
It just started showing up in my mailbox one day, and in subsequent months, and I have no idea how or why it got there. I certainly did not subscribe to it, as I have not read Glamour since I was, oh, 15 years old. And even then I read it sparingly.
But now here it is again, this month with Sandra Bullock wearing too much blush on the cover. And I will read it, just like I did last month. Though I use the term “read” very, very loosely, you understand. By “read” I actually mean “look at all the pictures of trendy clothes so the next time I go shopping I can have at least a semblance of the notion of what is fashionable and I don’t end up looking like What Not To Wear candidate.” It is good, at least, for that much.