When Love Kills

If you were expecting some sort of serious, deep post, stop reading now.

I was flipping through the October issue of Glamour and I came across this rave page.

Now, I love reading about shows, music, movies and books because I'm always looking for something new to entertain me. But I realized this page might be more of a curse.

EXHIBIT A - TV SHOWS

I always giggle at Will Arnett. I kind of like the show (though I admit I have a few episodes on my DVR just begging me to press play). But it's not doing so well. Don't blame me. Blame Glamour for loving it. Also, blame the magazine for the demise of these shows:

Lone Star and My Generation were axed after less than three episodes. Hellcats is still alive - but it's on the CW. What are they going to replace it with?

EXHIBIT B - MOVIES
Now, I understand that when I ready Glamour, I'm flipping through a girlie magazine that assumes its readers all adore chick flicks and chick lit. So it should come as no surprise that the magazine is recommending this movie.

I wouldn't see this movie if you told me Katherine Heigl gets ripped to shreds by Freddy Krueger. I don't like her. I don't think a movie with this predictable ending will change my mind. I don't think I would change my mind if she called and begged me to give her a chance.

I'm a little more sympathetic to these movies, but I don't think they'll be big blockbuster hits (not even at Blockbuster).

That Emma Roberts movie looks cute, but I'm not rushing to the theater to see it. And, surprise!, another rom-com with Josh Duhamel and Katie Holmes? Just because Glamour calls it a "modern-day St. Elmo's Fire" doesn't mean I'll even add this to my Netflix queue (and I have some random stuff in there).

EXHIBIT C - MUSIC
Here's the final pitch on the page:

I really love this album. I don't really see much of a difference between The Killers and a Killer-less Brandon Flowers. I don't think this will be at the top of the iTunes chart (that's what people pay attention to these days, right?), but I don't care. I like it even if Glamour does, too.

I just hope that if I'm ever on a TV show/movie or dare to sing they don't show me the love. I don't think I can handle that kind of a curse.

WOOHOO! FREE STUFF!!!

I have previously written about my addiction to magazines.

Friends, I am happy to report it has FINALLY paid off!

Glamour magazine is one of my faves! I love looking at the Do's and Don'ts - and hope that my look does not fall into the Don't category (and if I should ever see my picture with a black bar across my eyes, I will just cry - and go shopping). Anywho... every month I get an email from the "Glamspotters" asking me to complete a survey. Don't ask why, but I always do these. I did one a few weeks ago and forgot all about it.

Until today.

My doorbell rang at 12:30. I looked out the peephole and didn't see anyone, so I figured it had to be the UPS guy (he drops off packages, rings the bell, then takes off). I open the door and find a package sitting there. I wonder what I ordered (only now does the paranoid part of me think it could have been a bomb). Then, a closer look at the box shows "Glamour" on the shipping label. Now, I get excited! I open up the box and see this:Then, I move the letter, telling me to sample the products and expect an email to review them. I have never used this brand, so I'm excited to see how my hair responds to it. I won't try it during the week until I know my hair won't freak out (see this post about my newly formed hair sensitivity).

I have to go now because I need to get ready for work. I just wanted to share my exciting new title: Glamspotter!

NOTE: I read the letter from Glamour and it says I can't name the product or photograph it. Fearing I may lose my Glamspotter title, I removed the picture of the products from the post.