Welcome...

Welcome to Frump Magazine, a parody/satire of women's magazines. I won't name any names, but you know the ones I'm talking about. The magazines we see at the Wal Mart checkout. The ones that portray women who are in shape, perpetually happy and have all their *bleep* together...and who make us feel inadequate for not having our *bleep* together, too.

It's okay. You're not perfect. And you're not airbrushed. I'm certainly not, anyway (though I am not opposed to being photoshopped to get rid of my arm flab and extra chin). This blog won't tell you how to be perfect. Heck, it probably won't give you any useful advice at all. But hopefully, it will further expose the asinininity of the junk that "they" are telling us; and maybe you'll get a laugh, too. Maybe not. Maybe you'll feel like telling me to get professional help or something. Well, blogging is much cheaper. And reading my blog is much cheaper than buying a magazine. Unless you feel like sending me some money.

As stuff rattles out of my brain, I will post. So check back...