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First, this title reminds me of one of my favorite songs of all time, “Mirror in the bathroom” by The English Beat. The problem is that in the context of a magazine in the bathroom the lyrics transform into:
Magazine in the bathroom
I read freely
The door is locked
Just it and me.
Which brings us to the larger problem, the (ridiculous) question driving me to post this entry (against my better judgment, but then, aren’t the best parts of life against your better judgment?), which is:
Are magazines in the bathroom OK?
Let’s set aside the germ aspects for a moment. Let’s assume the only people (ok, living beings) who enter your bathroom are you, your man, and your cats because HEY LADY, you CANNOT leave us out here long enough to brush your teeth. We NEED you. In this instance, germ circulation can’t be eliminated by the absence of reading materials in the loo.
No, let’s talk about the other logistics.
Basically, I rarely get to my issues of The Economist. And I think I might if they were readily accessible while I was taking a bath, or, you know, otherwise spending time in the bathroom.
But the problem is, if I have magazines in there, aren’t I basically ADMITTING that I spend more time in there than the two seconds necessary to powder my nose?
In high school, my (brief, poorly fated) boyfriend Dave was of the stridently asserted belief that women NEVER spent the more than two seconds necessary to powder their noses. He also once won a contest for removing his underwear without removing his pants, so should he really be haunting me as a yardstick of ladylike behavior? Perhaps not.
In any case, I have been waffling on this issue. Part of me thinks, dammit, I am THIRTY in LESS THAN TWO WEEKS. I am woman enough to admit to being, oh, HUMAN, right? And I need to be aware of what is going on in the world!
The other part of me thinks, are certain things supposed to remain a mystery?
What do you think? To Mag or Not To Mag? That is the question.