What happens when it is time for super duper “girly night” insanity? I’ll tell you what happens. Every single copy of Cosmopoltian from the past year is dug out from the depths of the space I like to call “under the bed.”
We give each other pedicures, wear masks, have (naked) wild pillow fights, put curlers in our hair, all the while watching movies like “Legally Blonde.” Obviously, we slap each other five when Elle Woods refers to Cosmo as the Bible, and discuss just how much we are englightened every month on the subjects of fashion, hair, horoscopes and sex.
Welcome to my nightmare. If that’s how some of you guys picture our lives to be, you are very much mistaken. There are no pillow fights, and fortunately no curlers either. (However, sometimes there are green masks that certain roommates named Laura leave on for three hours at a time, eep).
Anyway, the reading of Cosmopolitan is often as accidental as “girly night” itself. We all just sit around, and read the silly columns out loud. For example, I remember a certain article last year defined terms such as “sushi face” for when a girl kisses her boyfriend, whose stubble makes her face itch, and “tiger, tiger” for when somebody puts streaky foundation on her face.
As much as we girls mock the silliness of this magazine, we seriously read every single article in it, and consider the advice given. Except, of course, the articles about the workplace. Because like seriously, that’s super boring for sure! Never underestimate the power of Cosmo.
My mom reads it before I get it every month, and sometimes I even catch guy friends reading through it when we’re hanging out. It’s for everyone. After all, it’s the Bible!
As far as Maxim goes, I cannot consider myself a fair judge. I’ve probably spent a total of one hour in my entire life reading it. It’s so simple; Maxim = Cosmo for guys. I’m sure they read it for the “how-to’s,” the recipes, the fashion and the cars or whatever. But why would I actually spend any more time than a quick flip through just to see half naked girls? Especially when Cosmo offers “Guy Without His Shirt” in every single issue, I mean like totally come on now … Cosmpolitan for life, girls!
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