Magazines #8: Ladies Home Journal 1969
What exactly were women reading over forty years ago? Time to find out. Take a walk with me through the November 1969 issue of Ladies Home Journal.
Okay, Joe's friends were dicks for laughing at him, but Joe is hopelessly naive, so you can hardly blame them. "You can't say that in a magazine if it isn't so".... are you kidding me?
WTF? Her hands are getting a little wrinkly, so she wishes she never got married? That's a real healthy marriage - Madge should recommend they seek counseling.... even Palmolive won't fix this train wreck. Or how about your lazy husband get up off his ass and wash some dishes himself?
That airport employee is wondering what this white chick is doing on his damn luggage cart. Perhaps he needs to take her to the VIP lounge and show her exactly how "gentle this baggage handler is."
You'd also have a "bump" right here if you were a guy. I'm just sayin'.
I think this room could use some more orange accents. Whaddya think?
Mama is about to walk on her son. She's so enamoured with her blankets, she's about to step on his face. Maybe the "rugged protection" of those blankets will soften the impact.
Hmmm.... I guess a short skirt that clung could lead to some embarassing moments.
How about that "luxurious zebra rug from Africa". Is the sewing machine made of real elephant ivory? That cat better watch his back, or he'll end up a pillowcase in that home.
Holy shit! I'm not sure I've ever seen the woes of the housewife put so plainly. The life of a homemaker is "a mild form of torture". I don't think Anacin is gonna take this pain away, honey... you may need something stronger from the ol' medicine cabinet.
I wonder how many men (and boys) squinted at this picture looking for a glimpse at some naughty bits. Don't lie.... I know you're doing it too.
Lady, go ahead and raise your glass. A couple more toasts and these guys won't even remember their name With or without pit stains, you'll be fighting these drunks off with a stick.
Maybe my mind is in the gutter, but what exactly does she do that requires "a touch of" breath freshener? I "do" kissing? Somehow, I don't think so.
Sometimes I wonder about the validity of these weight loss ads. Maybe she did lose 135 pounds.... or maybe she just has a fat sister.
Good news! You can keep painting that wall, honey. I broke my leg, but it's not going to leave us bankrupt and penniless, unable to afford even a bucket of yellow paint.
You've come a long way, baby. Now you can get throat and lung cancer just like the guys. Welcome to the club!
I wonder how many readers thought this was Helena Rubinstein. It's not. The real Helena Rubinstein was born in in Poland in 1870 .