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:: Putting the rash in white trash ::
Tuesday, February 22, 2005
One benefit amidst the many drawbacks of having to withdraw cash at local convenience stores instead of bank branch ATMs is the abundance of eye candy which varies greatly based on the particular location. Along the route to a preferred lunchtime destination is a newsstand / tobacco shop with low withdrawal fees that houses its more risque publications directly across from the machine where I get my bills. Those bills will undergo a magical journey, ultimately winding up as evidence in a global counterfeiting case, tucked snugly in the satchel of a Peruvian mule as he begins his ascent from mere courier to narcotics kingpin, or lining the side of a bus-stop.
My idle eyes wander while the money box is authorizing the transaction, and I've seen an interesting gamut of printed filth. Mothers-In-Law magazine (shown - click to enlarge) is remarkable for two reasons: 1) being the most self-evidently disgusting and 2) targeting a niche of questionable size. Persons lusting after more mature women have no shortage of fodder, with no less than four relevant magazines ("40+", "Over 40", "50+", "Over 50") immediately surrounding MIL on the rack, so I must assume that it is the added thrill of toying with a subversive, quasi-Oedipal taboo and not mere age which drives sales (@ $8.49 per). That or maybe those other four just aren't trashy enough.
Posted by morland @ 05:08 PM
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dude, you should use flickr some so that we can add notes to your photos. it would be rad.
Posted by: a superhero by night on February 22, 2005 08:50 PM
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