The End of an Era
So it’s finally over. After 20 years, the relationship is coming to an end. It saddens me a lot since so much time was invested into it, but we probably both know this is best.
Sometimes you grow dependent on the few things that stay constant in your life. They become so familiar and in ways, define who you are because they’ve stood by your side this many years. But only when they go away are you reminded that things can change; sometimes for the good and sometimes not.
You were always there waiting when I came home, greeting me when I first walked through the door. You’d make me laugh, provide me insight and sometimes even make me cry. I’d grown dependent on you in some ways; perhaps that was too much in the end.
I can remember our vacations together; you lying right next to me at the beach. Me, always being worried about you being in the elements too long. Geez we had good times.
After all this, it’s time to go our separate ways. I will miss you in some ways, but we need to move on. Only when you leave will your heart be free to find something else to fill that space.
May 22, 2006, marks the last day of my Entertainment Weekly subscription. Twenty years of readership, followed by twenty years of selling those fuckers on eBay and having a feedback score of 697 (with a positive rating of 99.4%).
EW was my source for everything; movies, what music to illegally (and then legally) download, winning the Oscar pool at Kim’s house. I read it everyday on the Metro.
Then my job moved to Tysons Corner and I had to begin driving to work. Man, I resented that. (OK, and many other things about that greedy, money-whore-loving insane asylum.) But I stayed true to you, EW. I piled those magazines up in my closet so that someday, when I returned to Metro riding, I could catch up.
And what did you do? Did you stay faithful to me? Nope, you couldn’t wait. You had to change and serve a new master. A younger one. One with better…vision.
The fucking magazine went and changed from 12pt font to 10pt and now I can barely read it…even with my glasses. It’s challenging to concentrate on stories because if I lift my eyes from the page, it takes two minutes to find my place again. I was now reading the subscription equivalent of Beowulf.
So it was time to rip the band-aid off and realize that this unhealthy relationship must end. It was bittersweet, but we both knew it was right. We said our good-byes and moved on.
And now, you will find me on the corner seat of Metro, reading my Garden Gate magazine. My hip-hop, urban, turntablism, aerosol art, beatboxing days are far behind me.
Ice, Ice Baby
Peace Out
Sometimes you grow dependent on the few things that stay constant in your life. They become so familiar and in ways, define who you are because they’ve stood by your side this many years. But only when they go away are you reminded that things can change; sometimes for the good and sometimes not.
You were always there waiting when I came home, greeting me when I first walked through the door. You’d make me laugh, provide me insight and sometimes even make me cry. I’d grown dependent on you in some ways; perhaps that was too much in the end.
I can remember our vacations together; you lying right next to me at the beach. Me, always being worried about you being in the elements too long. Geez we had good times.
After all this, it’s time to go our separate ways. I will miss you in some ways, but we need to move on. Only when you leave will your heart be free to find something else to fill that space.
May 22, 2006, marks the last day of my Entertainment Weekly subscription. Twenty years of readership, followed by twenty years of selling those fuckers on eBay and having a feedback score of 697 (with a positive rating of 99.4%).
EW was my source for everything; movies, what music to illegally (and then legally) download, winning the Oscar pool at Kim’s house. I read it everyday on the Metro.
Then my job moved to Tysons Corner and I had to begin driving to work. Man, I resented that. (OK, and many other things about that greedy, money-whore-loving insane asylum.) But I stayed true to you, EW. I piled those magazines up in my closet so that someday, when I returned to Metro riding, I could catch up.
And what did you do? Did you stay faithful to me? Nope, you couldn’t wait. You had to change and serve a new master. A younger one. One with better…vision. The fucking magazine went and changed from 12pt font to 10pt and now I can barely read it…even with my glasses. It’s challenging to concentrate on stories because if I lift my eyes from the page, it takes two minutes to find my place again. I was now reading the subscription equivalent of Beowulf.
So it was time to rip the band-aid off and realize that this unhealthy relationship must end. It was bittersweet, but we both knew it was right. We said our good-byes and moved on.
And now, you will find me on the corner seat of Metro, reading my Garden Gate magazine. My hip-hop, urban, turntablism, aerosol art, beatboxing days are far behind me.
Ice, Ice Baby
Peace Out
posted by Anonymous at
7:11:00 AM
3 Comments:
Man, you scared me for a minute, good fake out.
The new design is rather leaning towards the crappy. Ah well, I'm still the EW junky. Don't listen to him, you're still my favorite magazine.
Nice intro. I felt the same sadness when I gave up EW many years ago, though it was not a font factor. The magazine was passing me by in hipness and currentness. They were profiling the summer movies, and I was renting two movies a month from the past winter. We just weren't on the same page, as it were.
This is too weird. I just gave up my EW subscription that I've had for 15 years this month! Are we actually getting old? Perish the thought!
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