I smoke. Not regularly, and certainly not daily, but I smoke.
I don’t crave it, nor do I chase after it. If it’s there and I can light up, and then only if
want to, I will. If not, then fine. That probably makes my life much more tolerable than the chronics’ under the nationwide smoking ban.
In the building where FHM’S HQ is, there is no Designated Smoking Area (DSA). There used to be—really just a space outside the building right on the sidewalk—but with the ban in place the building administrators disallowed it.
Now the official DSA is three buildings away, still outdoor and open, tucked in a sublevel of a mall beside the basement parking entrance. I’m assuming this DSA is shared by all the others in the area because it’s always packed with the congregation of the smoking dispossessed, like they were in some kind of worship service.
It’s these observations that led us to write a piece on how one smoker gets by under the nationwide ban (So Where Do I Light Up?, pp.46). Our subject was no doubt pissed that he has to go make pilgrimages now to find DSAS, if there are even any, especially in malls, because they’re not required to have one according to Executive Order No. 26. So what happens is either he bucks the Order or follow the rules and feel miserable not being able to light up. Let’s face it: smoking kills, but most smokers don’t look like they want to stop (until, you know, it actually kills).
You have to read this because it’s good education—about laws and how they work, and how smoking really is a disease. It’s also good exercise in not judging people—we let our subject air his gripes and didn’t preach back at him. His opinions, contrary as it may sound, is still as valid as everyone else’s. While we’re on the subject of judging people, don’t judge Big Boy Cheng (The High
Life and Hyped Times of Big Boy Cheng, pp.52) for being a Supreme hypebeast. He can afford it, and it makes him happy. Read our profile on him and it’s like you’ve been accepted to his inner circle.
And certainly don’t judge this month’s cover, Daiana Menezes (New Day, pp.26), for being single again and fancy free. She deserves better things, and only wants to live life as she pleases. So guess what? We let her be!