DD went through a Hannah Montana phase. I almost threw the TV out the window.
Slightly off topic, but it's interesting at least to me how many women "progress" through magazines. There's the perennial Seventeen, then Glamour, coexisting with Cosmo, then Good Housekeeping and the like
, and finally, More, for the "over 40". We won't get into AARP
I like More because it's about putting ourselves first, finally. The cover has articles on self-care, money, and our lives. I'm so glad I'm apparently out of the age where I need yet another article on Scrabble or how to either butter up a man's ego, or not flatten it altogether (what three words are we never supposed to say to a man? Bring me dinner?
End of editorializing