The things I learn from reading magazines in the lunchroom

[pegkerr]

Apparently voting is a "Glamour-Do." Who knew?

Is failing to fill out the ballot properly as bad as mixing prints and plaids? Is failing to vote at all as bad as having split ends or wearing sparkly eye shadow to the office? If I skip marking a choice in the judicial races, is that as bad as skipping the exfoliating?

And if I vote for a third-party candidate will he still respect me in the morning?

Comments

[copperwise.livejournal.com]

If I vote but wear really ugly clothes, do they cancel each other out? Can I be a Glamour maybe?

[wilfulcait.livejournal.com]

I've been a fan of Glamour ever since they ran an article entitled "What he thinks when he sees you naked," in which they juxtaposed what is in many women's head ("oh, no, the light is on," "He's going to see my fat thighs," "I'm as pale as a skinned fish") with what's in the hypothetical male head ("She's naked, yippee!!!" basically.) They did it their normal way, with lots of interview quotes and inset boxes, and it was great. Now every time I find myself being self-conscious I think "She's naked, YIPPEE!!" and go blithely forward.

And if Glamour can get people to vote, more power to them. If the percentage of people voting doesn't go up soon, we'll be deciding elections based on which of hte people voting have more relatives, because no one else will get off their duff.

[faithhopetricks.livejournal.com]

Ya know, I don't remember who at this point (yeah, that's soooo annoying) but I remember some male late-night comic doing a riff on this. There is this couple. They date. They like each other. They get to know each other. They go....Back To His Place. ((booming right into the mike)) Or Hers. They're liberated. A little kissing. A little touching. And then....they're NAKED. And the woman thinks ((slightly higher voice)) My thighs! My cellulite! Why didn't I do those abdominal crunches instead of eating for lunch last month! I hate my toes! I have ugly feet!

And the guy's thinking ((goes back to regular voice)) -- What you have to understand here is, the fear of EVERY young man going through puberty is that he will DIE without having seen a real, live, naked woman. Statues and your Mom don't count. He is sure. That he will DIE. And so when she takes off her shirt and turns around what he thinks is: Thank you, god. A real live, naked woman.

I've remembered that ever since.

[holyoutlaw.livejournal.com]

Yeah, that's pretty much my reaction. ;>

[bordergold.livejournal.com]

Sorry, this isn't relevant to your post, but I'm currently doing a project for school and I was wondering if you would mind letting me interview you over the phone about writing novels. Not only were you the one to introduce me to Loreena McKennitti's music, but The Wild Swans is an extraordinarily beautiful book. I'll understand if you're too busy or unwilling, but I would be deeply, deeply honored to interview you.

Love,
Victoria

[pegkerr.livejournal.com]

Hi, Victoria. When did you have in mind? E-mail me at peg@pegkerr.com.

[enkeli.livejournal.com]

my opinion is... if it gets women out to vote, i don't care what they call it. hell, mr. blackwell should put the "i voted" sticker on the best dressed list, if it will get women out to vote.

[minnehaha.livejournal.com]

"And if I vote for a third-party candidate will he still respect me in the morning?"

No.

B

[pegkerr.livejournal.com]

*snerk*

[faithhopetricks.livejournal.com]

((does classic tea SPLURT))

[huladavid.livejournal.com]

"And if I vote for a third-party candidate will he will respect me in the morning?"

And a "major" party candidate _would_?

[elfundeb.livejournal.com]

What's exfoliating, anyway? Do you think the election officials will notice when I show up at 6:15 a.m. to vote?

I didn't know Glamour was so entertaining.