so there are lots of benefits to being married—they reveal themselves to me on an almost-daily basis.
yesterday, for example, it was the glorious realization that i don't have to read what i think of as "men 101" articles in women's magazines anymore. i was at the gym and the girl on the elliptical next to me had an issue of Glamour open to a story called "The Field Guide to Guys." i may have groaned out loud when i saw it. it was, from what i could spy, a breakdown of an array of guy stereotypes—the preppy guy, the outdoorsy guy, the workaholic guy, the hipster guy.
barf.
i used to read those stories all the time—what turns a guy on, makes a guy tick, what makes a guy happy, what a guy really wants, what a guy's really thinking, what a guy wants you to think he's thinking. even when i was not-single-but-not-married, i read them. just in case there was some invaluable nugget of information i hadn't stumbled across yet, some brilliant tidbit yet uncovered, the holy grail of understanding men.
right. they were all the same drivel, equally unhelpful but always with a newer, catchier, sneakily compelling coverline. i was suckered every time.
well not anymore! i cancelled my Glamour subscription a few months ago and feel relieved now when i see Cosmo, Self, Elle and all the others on the newsstand (O is my exception—i will never give up O). i think: ahh, a bunch of things i don't have to worry about anymore. thank the lord.
of course, it's not like being married comes with a handbook or is so easily deciphered all the time. i'm now susceptible to a new genre of articles. the first story i turned to in this month's Real Simple after the coverline grabbed me was "What Makes a Marriage Last?"
yep, still a sucker. just with a different last name.
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