| Anyone who's spent any time waiting around in a grocery store check out aisle should be able to get most of these. In my neighborhood store, the magazines at the entrances to the checkout lines tend to be the more "upscale" titles like GQ and Vanity Fair (and Cosmo, but that's only because it's thousands of pages of ads don't fit above the conveyor belt).
Once you get into the line, the trashy entertainment magazines begin: your Soap Opera Digests, Us Weekly, National Enquirer, and such. It deteriorates further and further into banality until finally you reach the end, where Wired is kept. |