Um, I Don't Know

I'm having trouble reading these days. My mind wanders and it's difficult to finish anything of considerable length. I have therefore taken to magazines. But not serious ones with long essays, such as the New Yorker, Atlantic Monthly or People. Rather, I enjoy silly magazines that are filled with blurbs and pictures.

Anyway, New York is full of magazine stands and stores, and I always see the glossy women's magazines. I have to admit, I am intrigued by them and have often wanted to purchase one. They seem so fun and readable! But I'm always too embarrassed to get one. Yet every time I see Glamour or whatever, I feel the urge to pick one up and be like, um, it's for my wife.

Don't these look fun?