I rarely buy magazines. And when I say rarely, I mean just about never. It's true that I usually feel worse about myself after flipping through the glossy images. My skin isn't that clear. My hair's not silky and wavy. My boobs aren't that big. I can't afford those $500 shoes. Yeah, it's a poor-me party waiting to start within those pages, so I usually don't even let myself get suckered in. Then don't even get me started on those ads! 5 Products You Have To Try! All Your Gym Essentials In One Bag! Gag me. These aren't tried and true products that have been tested to the extreme and that now shine on their own merits. It's pure product placement propaganda. I like to think I'm too objective and skeptical to fall for a $25 miracle cream. However, you stare at the "real life" testimonial long enough and begin to believe you can experience the same miracle. *swoosh* That's the sound of your checking account drying up as you meekly try and convince yourself that this item's gonna be the real deal. At 34 am I really this jaded?
Yep, I'm jaded. I'm also human and not immune to advertising. Splash Jillian's face on a carton of ice cream and I'd probably have to have that too. So, there I was at Meijer plunking down $5 on this glossy flipbook that usually I abhor. Now I want to try her workout plan. Oh! The! Joy! There's also a workout plan in there from Bob on the Biggest Loser too. And there's a full four-page spread on new abs moves. Okay, I'm running after the carrot with my tongue hanging out the side of my mouth. Sure you need fancy home equipment that I don't have. But hey, I'm inspired. Isn't that what these mags are supposed to do to us anyways? Pishaw, you think it's the mag inspiring me? It's totally Jillian.
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