www.frankie.com.au is my all time favourite magazine; inspiring, creative, intelligent and unique. No articles entitled 'How-to-lose-your-thunder-thighs' or 'What-he-really-likes-in-bed'. I wonder what my youth would have been like if I'd read Frankie instead of More, with it's weekly "Position of the fortnight" article and graphic drawing of a couple in an incredibly precarious copulating position.
I read this mag when I was 11 years old, which is a fact that somewhat disturbs me. My big sister - who at the time would have only been 13, borrowed copies from her mates and we would sit in our room listening to the Top 40 on the radio and devouring these contraband articles.
If I'd read Frankie instead of More without a doubt I'd be a bonafide crafty person able to knit and sew and bake and sketch. I'd be a Poppy of all trades and people would come to me asking to fix their hems or make a quilt. I'd probably set up a market stall and make dinky objects or wall hangings or baby clothes. This is not necessarily a life I wish I had, but it would be cute to try it for a while.
What did I get out of More? I studied the intricacies of "how to French kiss" as well as 'how to..." do other things. I fell in love with that guy who presents Wheel of Fortune, whos name escapes me.....VERNAN, that's it. He was a regular More model and hunk of delight. I entered competitions to win random beauty products, and once I won a bottle of hair moose which came in a brown jiffy bag with no accompanying note. With one scrunch of this magic moose I realised I did not have to have a frizzy nest of hair for the rest of my life.
This in itself makes me forever indebted to you More. You were alright.
NB: I assumed the product was from More mag, but it could have been from someone I knew suggesting I get some product into my frizzy mane.
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