Sunday, August 22, 2010
Tiger Beat. I know it’s wrong
My daughters have discovered magazines. In a big way.
During our first magazine shopping experience, I bought a Seventeen with Selena Gomez on the cover. Hey – she’s on the Disney channel. Why not?
OMG! When we got home and I saw the articles: Making out with my Boyfriend; Teen Pregnancy – I Kept My Baby; My Boyfriend hits me.
Oh Shit! Well, I just ripped out every inappropriate article. And handed my shocked daughters back a magazine that had about 20 bedraggled pages in it.
American Girl is just right for my little Glowie, but still, we wanted MAGAZINES. (It this the part where I tell you about my love of People and O Magazine? Will you think less of me if I add in that I read Newsweek too?)
So my older daughter wanted Car Magazines, National Geographic and Science. She’s a very sweet, serious kid.
Glowie however wanted anything with Justin Bieber on it. So I bought a Tiger Beat.
And that magazine was GOLD! GOLD I tell you! She read, QUIETLY for more than an hour. And she did this over and over again for days.
Then later I heard them fighting over it. The Tiger Beat. The magazine my older daughter sneered at. She’s no Justin Bieber fan she wanted me to know!
But locked in the quiet of their room together, THIS is the magazine they can’t get enough of!
And there are Tiger Beat knock offs. Who knew?
So if they do their chores, their homework, have a good attitude and pick up dog poop with a smile on their faces, they get magazines.
But all they really want is Tiger Beat. Sorry National Geographic. Sorry Discover.
Posted by TheDeeView at 4:44 PM