Another Conde Nast magazine bites the dust.

In other depressing news, mail delivery may get cut back to 5 days a week.

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I don’t know weather to lay in this bed or take a bite out of the side.

Bowling Green basketball doesn’t let a little snow get in their way.

Joaquin Phoenix really needs to shave that beard and go away. But really – shave the beard, man.

This may actually make me want to do some Yoga. 

Is George Bush afraid of feminists?

Lady Gaga officially ruined. Thanks, Paris!

Laundry at OSU costs 120 calories…

Rumor has it that Teen Vogue is the next to get the axe.

I love gossip. And I love rumors. But this is just slightly ludicrous. I know this because I have been in the belly of the Anna Wintour bred beast. And it was scary. But Teen Vogue is not going anywhere.

If I know anything, I know that.

First of all, Teen Vogue isn’t like Jane. Yes, the folding of Jane was a surprise to her beloved readers. But still, TVogue (as the insiders refer to it) doesn’t have the problems that Jane had. You know, little things like EIC’s who get booted from the magazine named after them. Small stuff like that was just the beginning of Jane’s demise. So really, it wasn’t a surprise.

While Teen Vogue targets a niche market (kind of like Jane), it is gearing its content to the upper crust teenie boppers of American society who have much more money than the angry liberal feminist types that scoured the pages of Jane.

And let’s be honest, it’s still Vogue and that means more than anything to the higher ups at Condé. Like the names of the über important teenagers they feature on the pages of the mag, the Vogue name carries a lot of weight…unlike the people who work there. Read More »

I now have one more reason to think Condé totally sucks. As of today, Jane Magazine is no more. And I, for one, am pissed.

Jane was my favorite. Smart, empowering, funny and fashionable. Of all the women’s magazines on the stands, it was the least pretentious and the least likely to make me feel stupid and whorish. And as someone who has worked within the inner sororities of the magazine world, it was refreshing to see a magazine so unlike the others. The staff and the writers actually understood our generation of women and wrote for our demographic.

I never read Jane when under the helms of Jane Pratt, so I couldn’t ever judge Jane as it was under the reign of Brandon Holley. All I knew was that despite the fact that it wasn’t perfect (hell, what women’s mag is…) it was true and it was funny. And more than anything it was refreshing.

Which is why I am still harboring resentment against the pricks at Condé Nast Publishing. I mean if you couldn’t give me a job, or pay me at my internship, couldn’t you at least keep one of your better publications going despite its flailing ad revenue. Couldn’t you at least give me SOMETHING from your grandiose spot at 4 Times Square where, within its pages, I can find a piece of clothing I can afford, a sex tip worth trying or an easy way to make 1,000 bucks? Read More »