There’s no way around it. I’m going to hell.

As a graphic designer, I tend to pick up pretty much every single (free) publication I can get my grubby little paws on. Whether it’s the City Paper so I can gloat about the mistakes I see or it’s West Of so I can do the word find, I’m always scoping them out. They also help with the not-conversation Jen and I usually have over dinner.

Anyway, I found this new magazine called “In Pink.” The cover featured a woman with verrry short hair sitting on some steps with what I presumed were her kids.

I think to myself, “Yay. It’s a Lezzie Mag! Glad the lesbians have their own publication now.”

I open up up only to discover it’s a magazine about women who have survived breast cancer.

Like I said. Hell.