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Thanks for the birthday wishes. Always nice.
And now, a letter to the editor... of Maxim Magazine.
Dear Mr., uh, let's see here... Ah! Kaminsky,
Why am I receiving your magazine, your little bit of pop culture detritus, in my name at my home? Why would I, a heterosexual female and feminist, order a subscription to a magazine that makes its money peddling the hypersexualized, airbrushed, not-quite-but-almost-totally-unclad flesh of female pop stars and too-long-out-of-the-public-eye actresses looking to hook into the ADHD-addled brains of the American mainstream? (Shame on you, Gillian Anderson!) I don't see this as something I really would have done. I anxiously await your explanation.
Breathlessly,
Ellie
And now, a letter to the editor... of Maxim Magazine.
Dear Mr., uh, let's see here... Ah! Kaminsky,
Why am I receiving your magazine, your little bit of pop culture detritus, in my name at my home? Why would I, a heterosexual female and feminist, order a subscription to a magazine that makes its money peddling the hypersexualized, airbrushed, not-quite-but-almost-totally-unclad flesh of female pop stars and too-long-out-of-the-public-eye actresses looking to hook into the ADHD-addled brains of the American mainstream? (Shame on you, Gillian Anderson!) I don't see this as something I really would have done. I anxiously await your explanation.
Breathlessly,
Ellie
And this week I got an US magazine sent to me, my name on it and everything. I've never subscribed to them or to any other magazine. Hmmm...
That is a very creepy magazine, without even the articles and stories that Playboy had as an excuse.
And belated happy B-day!