I’m still reaping the “benefits” of trading my frequent flyer miles for magazines.  That means that I am still getting magazines I never wanted in the first place. 

When the March issue of InStyle arrived, it was so thick that I could barely lift it.  I should have put it right in the recycling bag, but somehow I felt obligated to at least flip through it after the postman lugged it around all day.

Let’s just say that InStyle is not written for anyone whose skirts don’t end mid-thigh.  I wonder when someone will realize that those of us a bit older have buying power and that we also would like to look terrific in our clothes.  Why not have a magazine for us?

Call it StillinStyle.