When my parents came to visit last month, we took them to the (
People's Republic of) Ithaca and I stopped in to the
local food cooperative (you know, where you pick up your
henna,
hemp and "
fair trade" bananas. Not only did they not have (corporate, highly processed and artificially flavored) Diet Coke, but - insult of insults- they had NO
TRASHY MAGAZINES for me to peruse at the checkout.


Honestly, what is the point of going to the store if I can't see what's up with Britney Spears? "Gluten Free Living"??? Ha! Some substitute that is. "Veg News"?? Those mags were a major BUMMER. They made me feel even more guilty than looking at gossip rags.
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Hey chica! I tagged you for a meme. Go check it out on my blog. Can't wait to see what you pull outta your arse. :)
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