I do not like Nylon Magazine; I detest it more & more with each pretentious issue. I don’t mean to be vile — or maybe I do — but I feel the need to express my pent up feelings about this, primarily because I keep getting the wretched magazine in my mailbox.
Of course, that is my own fault; my sister offered me a free subscription & I accepted it because, well… it’s FREE, of course! & I really wanted to try to give it a chance; I really wanted to like it. But I’m sorry, Nylon, you bore me to tears. & the library will eventually get your barely read pages; just as soon as I can get a bag big enough to fit all of the stinky issues I’ve set aside.
Nothing about this magazine interests me. I mean, really… how much can one talk about overpriced garments & overrated fashion statements, without it sounding redundant & grandiose?
I am probably a square, because I happen to know a lot of people who favor this magazine. But I, personally, can’t even seem to try to like it. Especially this latest issue, which seems to go on & on incessantly about senseless television shows, & pretentious up & coming actresses. I don’t care; although, I probably should, being that the whole wide world seems to be raving about this new 90210 series that is coming on television… but I really couldn’t care less. I find it all so irrelevant & shallow. I’ve never been one to get fully involved in the hype of fads, whatever they may be.
& while I am glad to be getting this out of my system — & it has been boiling within me for ions, it seems — I’m sure it’s not very healthy to have such strong abhorring feelings about a magazine that really has nothing to do with me.
Unfortunately, the front cover is usually attractive (damn you, you excellently gifted graphic designers!) & I start to become curious as to whether or not this will be the issue that sparks my interest. I am always brutally disappointed to find that no… it’s still terrible, & l have the rest of the year with this bloody magazine.
Cosmopolitan is also on my “loathe” list. Regretfully, I once had a subscription to this cheesy magazine. I thought that by subscribing, I would be considered more “grown up.” But it’s awful; absolutely terrible.
& I would love to have a few choice words with the fool who thought of the term “Va-jay-jay.” Yes, that dreadfully overused word. We all know what is being implied by this term of expression, so why not just say it? Since when is vagina a bad word? Why are women insisting upon downgrading their “lovely lady parts” (as said by Cosmopolitan) by calling it something so completely ridiculous? Certainly, men don’t call their manhood “Pe-ni-ni” so why do we let this stupid nickname stick? It’s just silly. Never will you hear “va-jay-jay” escape my lips.
& if I see one more magazine featuring Lauren Conrad, or any other mediocre “celebrity” as the cover girl, I am going to go postal. Seriously. I am going to storm into a Barnes & Noble, buy all of the issues featuring prim & popular “celebrities” & burn them to help aid our compost pile.
Ash is good for soil, you know.