I was standing in line at Whole Foods tonight waiting to checkout and I realized they don’t seem to stock the magazines you really want to read in the checkout line. So instead of reading something like People or Star [1], I was forced to read about Hamas in The Economist. So they have extended this “we know you want a Twinkie but you should probably have this wheat grass tofu bar covered in organic carob instead” to “we know you want to read about Colin Ferrell’s latest fling but you should probably read this unbiased British news source about the world around us.”

I had come solely to get organic coconut milk and organic coconut oil (don’t ask) but had filled an entire basket all with “stuff that was good for me” just looking for those two things. And dammit, wouldn’t you know, I ended up buying The Economist.

Bastards.

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[1] I like Star but sometimes makes me feel dirty. Somehow People Magazine has made it all feel OK by interleaving it with these less trashy stories so you feel a little better about yourself. I think Playboy has taken a similar tact.