I don’t like looking at magazines when I go to Barnes & Noble. I used to and still do. But now it makes me sick. I’m sick of looking at the private life of so and so, their break ups, their pregnancies, their marriage, and so forth. I mean, who cares? Why is image so important these days? Why is a certain haircut not right for your face? Who says it’s not right? What’s worse is that people actually waste hours at the bookstore looking at Jennifer Lopez and her wedding pictures or Britney’s secret marriage. I admit I do it too sometimes. However, now days I just read a book, drink hot chocolate, and quickly glance at the magazine covers.