Back to Magazines at the Gym. This weekend a friend asked if you're supposed to tell someone you're casually sleeping with in a state not touching the continental US if you have HPV. And guess what? I read that very quandary in Glamour the day before while on the treadmill (where I ran/jogged for 20 minutes as opposed to my usual zero because I need to add five years to my life. Sadly, I can't run more than 10 minutes at time without my left ankle feeling like it's going to separate from my foot). Of course, the right answer is "yes," though I don't fully agree because I am a bad person.
Of course bad is subjective. This same friend said a mutual friend should stop taking birth control and "accidentally" get pregnant because the boyfriend is the type who says he doesn't want kids but would be cool with it if it happened. And I think that's a rotten straight-up Lifetime Network (our meet-up was originally to watch Thirtysomething, then we got caught up in The Client List where only young, hot men pay for handjob massages) thing to do.
I was also happy to see that I'm not the only one irrationally affected by advertising. The friend had discussed a Nivea commercial (I'm thinking it was the one above) in therapy (I only have my blogs to talk to) because she couldn't deal with how the woman enjoyed her skin being touched (the slogan is "Touch and Be Touched") and how she wouldn't be comfortable with a guy being like that, which indicated she was "broken." Is being broken so bad, says the person who is freaked out by that ad and not in a good way.
Ah, but back to Magazines at the Gym. The day afterward, I stumbled on another sensual Nivea ad in InStyle, yes, at the gym. It is now following (refuse to say haunting) me. This ad for Nivea's male line of products is so not geared toward men.