Trash Mags

One of the things that my mother (of all people) associates with relaxation is reading what she calls "trash mags". It's not unusual to find one of these packed in he beach bag or carry-ons.


This perspective has been integral in informing my paradoxical love hate relationships for soft tabloids. Upon picking up this issue I ruffled my brow sarcastically but a smaller man somewhere in my heart leapt to say

"OOH, Jake and Taylor!!"