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The true benefits of Cosmopolitan


Every once in a while Cosmopolitan reveals the truth about dating.


Cosmopolitan. To guys, it’s just a magazine. But for girls, it’s practically the bible. Cosmopolitan has been purchased by thousands of women, searching for advice on relationships, make-up, hair, health, and sex. It’s safe to say that there are many who might as well worship the magazine, keeping in in their purses at all times. I myself am a Cosmo fan. I find their articles extremely helpful and I was actually genuinely interested in what researchers and writers had to say about different female issues. However, my relationship with Cosmo hasn’t always been a pleasant one. There was a period of time when I began to hate Cosmopolitan. All of its articles on relationships, such as “How to Get Over Him,” “50 Ways to Please Your Man,” “What He’s Really Thinking”; all of it was a bunch of sugar-coated crap written by some woman who clearly did not take the time to really understand the way a man thinks. These articles just seemed meaningless and terribly unhelpful. And the girls who worshipped Cosmo seemed so helpless that they were addicted to the magazine, using it to solve all of their problems. Although I hated Cosmopolitan at this point, I read an article that made me appreciate the magazine and certain events that happened in my life paralleled what was discussed in the article. One article that I particularly found interesting was an article on flirting. This article talked about different ways to flirt and why it was that these things particularly worked. I read the article a couple of months ago, not really holding any value towards the article. But a couple of small experiences showed that this article actually held weight! One instance happened when I was hanging out with one of my guy friends. We were sitting and talking and I took out my favourite lipstick (Yes, I’m old school like

that). I applied it and my friend looked at me like I was doing something terribly interesting. “That’s weird. I’ve never seen you do that,” he said. “Do what?” I said. “Put make-up on,” he said. At first, I thought “Wow. That was weird.” But then I realized that in the article I read, researchers found that applying make-up in front of a guy was extremely important to the guy. According to the article, applying make-up in front of men is a revealing experience, since most men never see women putting on make-up. It’s an extremely private experience and if a woman was open about it, the man feels as though he is important, since she let him in on this experience. Another example was with a different guy friend. Although the action was subtle, the guy noticed it right away. I merely looked up at him (which I had to do, because he’s taller than me) and lifted my eyebrows for a split second. “Woah. What was that?” he asked. “What?” I asked. “You lifted your eyebrows at me,” he said, smiling at me. Once again, I was bewildered. I didn’t understand why the smallest and most unnoticeable movement could be such a big deal. Then I reflected back on that article, realizing that this movement was an effective flirting technique. I thought afterwards, “Maybe I should go back to reading Cosmo.” So I did. But it’s different this time. Cosmo is no longer a relationship deity in my life. It’s a helpful magazine that actually has useful information that works, but people have to be careful. It’s okay to follow a magazine and read it. Hell, it’s even okay to use some of the advice in them. But what’s important is to not worship and depend on the magazine as if it’s your only hope. Sometimes, it’s good to use plain old common sense. You’d be surprised at how useful it can be!


It all started out in grade nine gym class. Yes, that long ago. It seems so far away, and yet the memory is so fresh, I could cut it with a knife and it would bleed crystal clear. Oh wait. I have to reassure you – gym class. I know what you’re thinking – what on God’s Green Earth does anyone learn in a grade nine gym class? Well, the average person doesn’t learn much. I usually consider myself average, but in this case I can confidently say that I learned a little bit more than others. We were in health that week, and our stubby little gym teacher, the crazy lady with the clear blue glass eye, was teaching us first aid. I have never (other than in the brief stint at swimming lessons when we had to practice on the nasty rubber heads) learned CPR before, and since then, I have never had to re-visit it. But what I learned then stuck. What also stuck were the vast amount of girls who didn’t bother to teach themselves, and didn’t seem to care, despite our teacher’s horror stories of her coming to the rescue just in time to save a life. It amazed me that nobody seemed to care, because they just didn’t see it as important. However, when it came to evaluation time, several panicked eyes turned towards my whispered instructions. And from that day on, I remembered the proper steps to CPR. Did you know that McMaster University, yes, OUR sweet old McMaster, has a first aid emergency response team right on

site? Keep this in mind. It is interesting to note how oblivious people are to things they need rather than things they want. For example, you want to take a nap, however you need to learn what to do in case of an emergency. The other day, not as long ago as grade nine, I was sitting in tutorial aimlessly daydreaming as a presentation was happening at the front of the room. Suddenly, one of the people presenting stopped abruptly in the middle of her spiel. She was going to grab a drink of water when she wiped out in front of us, a little class of 25. At first we thought that she had fallen (she was behind a desk), but when it became apparent that she had fainted, the atmosphere in the room shifted to one of tension and concern. Anddd … that was about it. One girl (luckily) reacted while the rest of us, plus the TA, just sat there. We had no idea what to do. This other girl took complete control of the situation, getting her into a chair (she had regained consciousness), asking for water, making sure she was ok. And then she asked us to call for help. But as we looked around the room at each other, none of us knew any other number but the obvious 911. And apparently, there is no need to call 911 on a campus that has their own first response team. So it came down to one question – what is the number of EFRT? The girl, clearly frustrated, eventually whipped out her own cell phone and called them. Apparently she had been the only one to make it her business to know these things just in case anything ever happened. I’m actually really ashamed to say that I couldn’t help in a situation like this. She didn’t

need my expert CPR training, and although the girl who fainted wouldn’t have wanted 25 people in her face asking if she was alright, when it came to calling for outside help, we were all useless. I don’t want to ever feel that useless, and I don’t think anyone else should either. So I did a little bit of research and this is what I came up with: EFRT, which also stands for Emergency First Response Team, does indeed have a phone number. From any school phone, one has to simply call the extension 88. From a cell phone, one needs the McMaster phone number followed again by the simple extension 88. That’s it. It’s that simple. Now that we all know the phone number, we can plug it right into our phones’ memory, and then the next time something like this happens, we can be prepared. Perhaps EFRT should consider posting signs in the front of buildings that remind people of what to do in case of emergency. Or perhaps people should invest in taking a First Aid course. A little training can go a long way in any situation, and EFRT offers many courses throughout the year. In the end, it all comes down to one thing – your reaction. In any situation, it is your reaction that can make or break an opportunity to help out someone in need. The summer season coming up usually provides too many opportunities for injuries, and although EFRT is closed during the summer, it never hurts to brush up on your life-saving skills, even if it is through the web. All I know is this: if the roles were reversed, I would hope someone would know what to do for me in case of emergency.

March 31st, 2011  

March 31st, 2011 issue of The Sil

March 31st, 2011  

March 31st, 2011 issue of The Sil