Consumer publications are the capitalists of the magazine world, and I am wary/weary of capitalism. But how can a burdgeoning domestic deity* resist the pull of 20-minute recipes and dish soap rankings? I’ve succumbed.

After a few months considering and reconsidering whether I really need a subscription to Real Simple, I finally took the plunge after I found a deal on Amazon that slashes the $54 cover price to a ridiculous $5 per year. The last time I had a magazine subscription, it was to Seventeen, and my precocious self was several years younger than the target audience. I guess I can justify this unnecessary addition to my life with my impending move to the Back Bay, where I will certainly need advice on the best food processor, sunscreen, and reusable tote bag to purchase. I have no idea if Real Simple is actually going to simplify my life, but I don’t care. I just want to buy everything they’re trying to sell me.

*”Domestic deity” is a gender-neutral and far superior term for “domestic goddess”. Yes, I made it up.