UPDATE: I'm not wandering the streets of Athens, Greece anymore...I definitely wish I was.



I went on a buying binge this weekend. I haven't bought anything besides food or weekend entertainment since Christmas-ish. So I had the urge to spend...laced with a craving for frivolity. There was only one thing I could do: buy cheesy women's magazines.



I first went for Cosmo--I am a sucker for the bedside Astrologer. But when I saw a teaser in the upper right hand corner that said "What you man's cell phone style says about him." I had to put it down...Wretch-I sware frivolity was never this bad.



So I go for the next best, Marie Claire. Heather Graham is on the cover and the big feature is about her discovery of Zen after overcoming her strictly Catholic-Milwaukee upbringing. And basically the entire article was four pages of shit...mostly complaining of the long plane rides, bus rides, farting camels, proximity to Pakistan etc...And as soon as a meaningful moment arrives--in the middle of the desert she and her farting camel run into a wandering band of Gypsies--they turn the whole encounter that included the Gypsies dancing and music--into what they called, "Heather's desert Rave." Double wretch...



It made me realize that I live in my very own self-constructed media bubble where, yes, main-stream news-media is for the proletariat.



Where am I now...$4 poorer, but much more enlightened that there are 952,223 women who subscribe to this damn magazine who are in the same boat with MTV Spring Breakers who think winning the wet tee shirt contest was one of the best experiences of their lives.