Not much of a rant but I expect others will be more vehement.
In case you haven’t heard already, Wal*Mart has decided to bow to pressure, chiefly from the American Family Association, to obscure the covers of women’s magazines. No, not Playgirl, but Cosmo, Glamour, Redbook, et al. According to the AFA, those magazines carry “salacious headlines and provocative photos that are inappropriate for checkout lanes.”
Not suprising, since they already banned Maxim and other non-porn mens magazines from their shelves.
I am truly suprised they even sell condoms and KY.
They obscure the covers of Cosmo at the Giant near my house.
I, for one, am eagerly awaiting the day my son reads the cover of an issue of Cosmo, turns to me and asks, "Mom, what’s an or-gas-m? I’m going to tell him I’m not sure, but I think it has something to do with killing kittens.
He’s gonna be one confused teen if I play my cards right!
Man, that should be considered child abuse, poor kid.
That’s fine with me! I hate looking at those covers anyway. When I do, I tend to think, “You know, if I stopped eating for six months and did 1,000 crunches a day, I could look like that.” Or, “If I could pay for plastic surgery, I could look like that.”
So, maybe for different reasons, but I agree with Wal-Mart!
While I agree that the magazines themselves are crap, this seems rather hypocritical to me. They are good enough to be sold and make money off of, but cannot be seen?
Also, I must confess that I am getting very tired of the family values Christian type groups that keep shoving their morality down everyone’s throats.
JuanitaTech, I like the way you think. I took my inspiration in Fatherhood from Calvin’s (of Calvin and Hobbes) father and Bill Cosby (“I brought you into this world, I’ll take you out of it. Make another one, looks just like you.”).
Some med student studying psychology is going to owe me big time in 8-10 years.
JuanitaTech: does your kid have internet access? If so, I can guarentee that he will know more about orgasms than you ever want him to come puberty.
They’ve been doing this for as long as I remember at Publix. They have these white . . . uh, cards that they put over the covers with cleavage and/or salacious titles. Or is that titties?
As am I, which is why I started this thread.
So are they planning on putting little white cards over the lingerie section?
I hear ya, D_Odds. Calvin’s dad was the best. In fact, we’re thinking of hiding the Calvin and Hobbes books we own lest Nathan read them, catch on to what we’re doing and tell the others. Then we’ll have a mutiny on our hands. We’re already outnumbered as it is!
robert, yes, Nate has Internet access. It’s strictly monitored, however. If the poor little angel were to type in the word ‘titmouse’, he get a screen shot of a older woman with her head cocked slightly to the side, hair gathered in a tight bun, arms akimbo with a stern face and pursed lips. He’d then be forwarded to www.GoodLittleBoysWhoLoveTheirMommiesDon’tLookAtTits.com
I hate Wal-Mart. I hate their preachy, cult-like morality. I hate the old, disabled greeters that only get in your way-- while at the same time prostituting themselves just so the Walton family can feel like they are doing a “good thing” even though the door-monkeys are just more icing to cover up Wal-Mart’s evil, Nazi-Empire cake. I hate their commercials. I hate people who go there every day like it’s some kind of town-square. I hate that they destroyed many real town-squares all over America by driving the mom-and-pops out of business. I hate the crypto-evangelical-Christian poison running through their corporate veins just below the surface of their creepy, ultra-right-wing skin.
Those “greeters” are actually part of store security - they are hired to look non-threatening. One chased me into the parking lot thinking I had stolen a Personal Pan Pizza. “Ah yes, you caught me, Matlock. I went behind the counter, cooked it and boxed it, now I’m stealing it.”
God, I hate to say it… but I think that Wal-Mart and its denizens are the real America. And we are the weirdos…
I figured Scylla’s Wal-Mart Encounters could use a replay.
They used to always hassle me on my way out. Now I just start waving my receipt at them and say “Wannalook? Wannalook?” in my best irritated voice. They don’t seem to like that.
I’ve found just screaming incoherent jibberish in an unintelligible tone for an inappropriate length of time scares them off just fine.
Some of those cosmo titles are downright nasty,
I saw one that said '100 ways to please your man, (our favorite involves a glazed doughnut)"
I dont aggree with wal-mart, but jesus that seems nasty for the front of a magazine
Ummm…you didn’t happen to see what it said on the inside, did you? The SO and I love a good Krispy Kreme.
Ava