Any girl past the age of 18 must have religiously bought and read at least two different magazine titles. I remember how I would always hover like a bee over the nearest magazine stand on the second week of every month to be the first few to buy the latest issues of my favourites. I especially love the smell of the paper stock fresh from the printers and the feel of the glossy magazine covers.<\/i><\/p>
I<\/b>also remember having to save up a few days’ allowance just to buy an imported copy of Cosmopolitan<\/i>; this was way before magazines became digital and before magazine titles from the US and UK were so easily available here (am I revealing my age?). Cosmo<\/i> was coveted not only for its fashion stories, but also for its sections on relationships and sex. It was the<\/i> women’s magazine of my time, and the fact that it came sealed in plastic and a warning sticker made it all the more delicious to read.<\/p>