Magazines are a great medium of entertainment. I often view them as a series of snapshots of caricatures of life here on earth. I mean, they have everything, right? The latest news you just have to keep up with. Celebrities being too rich and too famous. Photoshopped women drenched in makeup.
You can read a column about the latest NBA champion or the next QB taking the league by storm. You can pick up something that comes across as more serious, and learn about current events. You can learn about penguins or elephants or something. Maybe you can read about what it’s like to travel to a land far far away.
Of all the magazines out there, the tabloids have to be the best. They scream at you with all caps and bright colors and scantily clad models about all the things YOU CAN'T MISS. SHE DID WHAT WITH WHO?
BREAKING NEWS.
It’s weird how things can scream importance at you, and not be important at all. But magazines are important. They serve a distinct role in our collective society. They keep you entertained for the 5 minutes you’re waiting in line at the supermarket.
If you think about it, a lot can happen in those five minutes.
You can remember you needed to buy something else and send whoever you’re with off to go get it.
Your eyes can wander over to the candy.
You can think about something deeply.
You can text your mom.
You can worry about what tomorrow is going to bring.
You can call your friend and talk too loudly, annoying the other shoppers around you.
You can think about how long you’ve been waiting.
In the 5 minutes that you stand, waiting for an eternity, you can forget, for a moment, as you look at the magazines.
You can forget everything.
Including the candy magazine section in your pocket.