Sep 04 2008
Vogue Magazine. What the hell?
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This is a short post, but I was reading Vogue magazine in the gym yesterday as I worked out and I can’t stop thinking about it. I like reading magazines in the gym, since they always have awesome trashy ones that I would never read myself but would gaze longingly at while standing in the grocery store checkout. For instance, I recently read about Brad and Angelina’s twins in People, babies that I should theoretically like or care about no more than I do normal babies, but babies I was fascinated with nonetheless. Anyway, I don’t know if I have ever actually read a Vogue magazine, but I have heard about them a lot. Vogue is in a lot of the trashy “chick-lit” books I read, and on Sex and the City Carrie really seems to like it (there’s a ringing endorsement!). The issue they had, the August Issue was about looking good at any age (which only went up to your 50s, I supposed after that, according to Vogue, you either start pretending you are 40 again or die). I thought I might get some good tips on how to dress so I snagged it and hit the elliptical trainer.
I read approximately 4 articles in this magazine and I have to say that honestly I have NO idea what any of them were about. Seriously. I have fairly high reading comprehension, but Vogue magazine managed to elude me. All I know is that where were lots of names of people I didn’t recognize in bold and then some pictures of women looking like they got hit with a stun gun. I just really don’t get it, so I’m curious: is Vogue always like this? Does it make sense to anyone, or is it the Playboy of women’s fashion and everyone mainly looks at the pictures? What’s the deal?
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Are you telling me that there are actual written articles in Vogue? I thought it was sort of like a high-end version of one of those shopping circulars you get in the mail.
Yes, Vogue does have writers. The particular article I read about Kate Moss was written by Plum Sykes, in fact, who is the author of the recent chick-lit classic “The Debutante Divorcee,” so you know it was good stuff…