So anyway, while reading the new issue of Freeskier in the local book store I had the startling realization that the magazine is a stinking turd desperately in need of flushing. Instead of finding Autumn stoke, I was bored into submission by page after page of clothing reviews and “fashion” photos. (I guess parentally spancered suburban youth need to know what jacket to wear.) For a second I thought I was “too old”, but after I wiping my ass with Freeskier I picked up the latest issue of Thrasher and was thoroughly entertained. Seriously, why would any advertiser support these kooks?
I need to know, am I walking the path of insightful—even if it is horrible delayed—righteousness or a bitter hater? Do I need to grow-up and realize that Freeskier, like the Wall Street Journal editorial page and “Friends”, will only piss me off and I should avoid looking at it or get all PETA on the magazine and form a one man picket line in front of their office?
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