If you can whip up a really yummy meal in an outfit that is co-ordinated with your blush and somehow burn calories while you do it, the world is your oyster. Last month, I picked up an issue of Esquire magazine because of a profile on former KKK member and political hopeful David Duke. The clerk who took my money mentioned what a great magazine it was. It's a terrific men's magazine. It is sad to think the whole list of magazines aimed at women have failed to see just how their readership has changed.
More women work outside the home than ever.
Families are under stress because the person who used to iron the shirts and make the lasagna is now arriving home at the same time as the kids and spouse. Everyone has to pitch in and that isn't a bad thing. Yet the latest issues of Redbook, McCalls and Chatelaine have a different view of what's important. The big pants fall down and the tight ones rip. Of course, I went to college.