How bad is this magazine really?

A few months ago we received a notice that our frequent flier miles were about to expire. Obviously we haven't been traveling frequently enough because the only thing we could afford to get with them was a couple of magazine subscriptions. We picked Smithsonian and Self. Smithsonian has turned out to be a interesting magazine, Self - not so much. Poor Craig has to listen to me rant and rave for 30 minute each month over how wrong they are about what is and is not healthy (Example: I can't believe they picked Sour Patch as the Healthy Food Awards top candy. It's pure sugar, couldn't they have at least picked something with nuts or chocolate for protein/antioxidants?!). Then I get so frustrated I toss it in the recycling bin mostly unread. This month was no exception.

The worst article was titled "How bad is it really?" and seeks to classify one's secret indulgences into "not so bad", "kinda bad" and "really bad" confessions. "For dinner last night, I had an Oreo, then another and another." was categorized as not so bad, as long as it is a rare event. I guess I can see that, I have been known on a really hormonal day to forgo dinner in exchange for brownies and ice cream and will not judge a fellow female for doing the same. But the next one, "I had a one night stand." was only kinda bad because, "the occasional fling can be fun - and hot!" while "I tan, but only on vacation" and "I'm not a regular smoker, but I do sometimes bum a butt on a night out." were categorized as really bad. I'm not going to say that tanning and smoking are healthy, but in what universe is tanning a couple days out of a year less healthy than having sex with a random stranger?!

The next time I get the urge to rebel and break a healthy habit, I don't think I'll be turning to Self for help picking which one is worth the splurge. They can take their Sour Patch candy and hook-ups, I'll keep my peanut M&Ms.