[Content notes (and how fucked up is it that a fluffy fashion magazine needs them?): fat-hatred, transmisogyny.]
Pink cover! Miley Cyrus! ...wait, what?! That's Miley Cyrus?! HANNAH MONTANA?! Whoa.
...You know what, good for her.
Finally Stop Living Paycheck To Paycheck
Hey broke ladies, it turns out it's super easy to save money! All you have to do is limit yourself to spending only $1100 on rent and $900 a month on entertainment, and you'll work your way out of poverty in no time! Don't you feel silly now?
They also describe paying more than 30% of your income in rent as a "faux pas," as if it's a Fashion Don't to want a roof over your head while being poor.
Have a pizza picnic party in bed. No TV allowed--put on a sexy playlist, and sit across from each other like you would at a restaurant. Serve the pizza on plates, pour some wine, and don't be afraid to get messy with that margherita.
I've been accused of just not understanding romance in my Cosmocking. I dunno. Maybe there's some truth in that. Because I see this cute little idea for Manic Pixie Dream Girl antics, and all I can think is "oh jeez, that is
never washing out."
Orgasms are tension busters, so after a hard day at work, pull your guy close and whisper, "All I want is for you to make me come." Hello. When there's a problem, men like to fix it, so you're making him feel like a total stud while getting yours at the same time.
This would be sexy if they didn't give all these fake-ass "reasons." Let's edit, shall we?
Orgasms feel awesome, so when you want one, pull your partner close and whisper, "All I want is for you to make me come." Hello. A lover who knows what they want is hot as hell.
See, just as fun, but doesn't make my vagina sound like a cracked fan belt he needs to replace.
On nights when you want to let your freak flag fly, assume an alter ego. [...] It's easier to get into character when you don't look like you, so meet him at the door wearing a wig. Tell him that "Erin is working late tonight. I'm her evil twin." His night just got a lot more interesting.
I kind of want to do this, but not with a wig.
"GREETINGS. I AM EVIL CLIFF. IT IS ONLY LOGICAL THAT WE COMMENCE INTIMATE RELATIONS."
...actually that's kind of how we have sex anyway.
[on where to hide a video of you having sex] Bury the flick in a folder within a folder within a folder on your computer, with a boring name that would never intrigue anyone, like Thank You Card List.
My porn folder, age 15:
C:\ windows \ desktop \ stuff \ boring stuff \ old boring stuff
My porn folder, age 20:
C:\ program files \ utility \ xp64 \ config \ temp \ 0334 [encrypted]
My porn folder, age 25:
C:\ porn
The 3 Words He Never Wants to Hear You Say
Imagine the worst thing a guy could say to your (thought joggers: "I'm in love with your sister," "I killed a man..."), multiply it by 10, add a full weekend of nothing but golf on TV--and you'll start to understand how awful it is for us to hear "I look fat" coming out of a girl's mouth.
Oh God. This is that awful game where you have to obsess over your weight to be sexy, but if you ever let it be known that you're obsessing over your weight, that's terrible. Sometimes it goes by "order a steak on dates so he knows you're laid-back" followed by five pages of diet tips. This time it goes by "hearing your insecurities is
so hard for me."
Your guy knows you're not fat. He can see you're not fat. But the more you say you're fat, the more he'll start to question the evidence.
But I am fat. I'm not being self-deprecating or whatever, I'm just being... roundish. And I don't think any combination of words would cause a person who sees me naked to question the "evidence" that my body is the size and shape that it appears to be.
Of course, this sentence makes perfect sense if you understand "fat" to be a word with absolutely no relation to a person's weight or size, but simply an insult of their worth and sexual appeal. Which seems to be the thing these days. Kind of painful if you also happen to be roundish, but I don't think "not being painful" was a priority in this process.
[Q: My boyfriend's roommate ogles me and puppydogs me and it's weird.]
A: Although the roommate should be more subtle about it, checking you out doesn't mean anything. Men ogle attractive women all the time, even when those women are dating their buddies. Other than that, it sounds like the roommate's only crime is being exceedingly polite. If you say something to your guy, it'll create at best an awkward situation and at worst a volatile one.
Yeah, I should have warned you. This is the point where Cosmo goes completely off the rails. Where it crosses from "mostly goofy, kinda problematic" to "oh FUCK this was printed THIS YEAR?" Beyond here I can't even be funny.
"He Didn't Want to Date Me -- He Wanted to Be Me!"
Cosmo's new "Worst Date Ever" column (which is 100% fictional) seems to be a continual fountain of bigotry--
it was biphobia last time--but this is a new low. I don't even want to quote this one. Basically, the author meets up with an OkCupid date who turns out to be a trans woman. And her (the date's) behavior is of course hilariously weird and flaky and she reverses in ten seconds from advertising herself as a sexy man to demanding the author do her makeup and go shopping with her. It's all just the sloppiest, meanest caricature of trans women imaginable. And it plays right into the disgusting "trans people aren't people, they're plot devices to comically/terrifyingly trick you into being gay!" narrative. It's illustrated with a picture of a big hairy leg in a high-heel shoe. Once again, I don't think I can be funny about this.
Dammit, Cosmo. You're supposed to be silly-terrible. This is no fun when you're straight-up-hatred terrible.