My Essence

This is really neither a grievance nor shame.  It is more confused amusement.  I arrived home the other night and went to collect my mail.  I receive many a catalogue and attorney trade magazine, so I wasn’t too surprised to see a publication lying in wait.  It was, though, a bit confusing to find an Essence Magazine.  No big deal.  It must have been misfiled in the wrong tenant’s mailbox.  I scanned the address tab.  My name was there.  Fine.  Then I checked the date section and it read Nov 12.  Evidently, I am now a year long subscriber to Essence Magazine. 

For those not well-versed in the mag scene, Essence is a woman’s magazine specifically aimed at black readers.  I am not a black woman.  Again, no big deal.  I am a magazine fan in general, and fully intend to read this tome.  All I want is answers.  I am rather set in my magazine reading ways: Entertainment Weekly and Soap Opera Digest subscriptions, US at the airport, Glamour for the beach, Vanity Fair Hollywood issue (though I am considering taking a full year subscription) so it’s not like I am an avid consumer of a woman’s magazine style.

There are only two possibilities: 1) I accidentally subscribed myself to Essence or 2) someone subscribed me as an amazing gag.  I really hope it’s the latter.  And if you’re the one who did it, kudos.  Claim your reward of my praise.

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One Response to My Essence

  1. Jason says:

    When God sends a blessing your way, you don’t question it.

    Merry Christmas

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