On Cosmo

I don’t read Cosmo because I don’t want to learn how to please my man. I don’t have a man, but even if I did, I wouldn’t want to take a sheep’s advice. Besides, I think it’s only fair that my man pleases me every once in a while. I don’t read Cosmo because I don’t need to lose weight, or learn how to dress sexy while being comfy. I don’t read Cosmo because there is no way that you can make a guy fall in love with you with the shade of your lipstick, or the flick of your hair, or the sex in your voice. I don’t read Cosmo because I am an individual and I can make my own decisions. I don’t read Cosmo because I go to my mother for advice. I don’t read Cosmo because I don’t feel like spending money on something so disposal and temporarily trendy. I don’t read Cosmo because I am too busy living my life.

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