I subscribe to a certain handyman magazine. Actually, I wasn't going to say it, but it really is Handyman Magazine. Turns out I couldn't come up with some clever alternate title to avoid copyright laws that I'm probably infringing upon somehow. And second truth, I didn't subscribe to this magazine, it is something that my folks give me every year as a Christmas present. Whew. Glad I got all that off my chest.
I love my magazine, but I wish that the editors would realize that not all of their faithful readers are 55+ year old white males with receding hairlines and prostate problems. (Or the worst: E.D. We won't even go there.)
Can't they throw in a nice shampoo ad? What about a little foundation or concealer advertisement? Perfume?
Eh, who am I kidding. Due to my hoarding and couponing addictions we have enough shampoo and conditioner in our house to last well into 2015. I wish I was kidding. Actually, I love it. Wesley wishes I was kidding.
So perhaps this will turn into an experiment of sorts. Does the power of advertising really work? Let's check back in another 6 months and see if I have filled our storage shelves with bottles of Rogaine and a digital-analog hybrid watch so I can "Tell Time Like a Man." Seriously, word for word what the advertisement said.
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