BTW, LHJ is FBM

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I was straightening up the kitchen counter, which gets cluttered in record time whenever I enter the house, and I made a pile of magazines, which grows exponentially every month because I can't seem to catch up on reading them. On the very top of the magazine pile, I placed, with a smile I might add, the latest copy of Ladies' Home Journal (LHJ) that I purchased to entertain me during a plane trip. And it was that small act that confirmed it for me: I am almost 40! My magazine collection no longer resembles the me that I remember. For me, magazines have always been junk food for the eyes, and I would either subscribe to or purchase individual copies of fun, trendy, sexy magazines. Cosmo, Elle, Marie Clare, Allure, Jane, etc. When did Ladies Home Journal become fun, trendy or sexy!?! But I loved the issue, it was the only magazine in a long time that I was able to really read cover to cover. I tried US Weekly or some garbage like that last week, and while there is a sick fascination to all the tragic celebrity that engulfs America right now, it was an extraordinarily unfulfilled read, as compared to past readings. How many more blonde celebs can they schedule into rehab? Do I really care which celebrity exes are still on speaking terms? Not so much. And maybe I've just been wrong all these years about LHJ, maybe it was just preconceived by me to be the read of choice for "older" women - along with Redbook (which I've also enjoyed in the not too distant past). Is that how age creeps up on you? One day you're reading "Top Ten Signs That He Likes You", the next it's "A Week of Dinners In 30 Minutes or Less". The change was so subtle, so unnoticeable, so...natural

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