Long live print magazines!
I will forever love them, and forever relish them, as long as the one-corporate-bookstore-that-still-exists in the United States continues to offer them in fresh supply ( new titles surprisingly in the women's section, and not all about fashion, but yes, mostly), and a coffeeshop counterpart place in which to sit in to enjoy them. I even actually buy them every once in a while, and treasure them like the gorgeous picture books they are; they are a genre of book, but with different paper and with luscious photographs.
Print magazines, especially the artsy-fartsy ones, propel my mind and soul to the streets of New York City (mostly New York, or any gloomy, high-style, cosmopolitan city); I never have to leave the dreadful city I live in. My soul travels, shrouded in the atmosphere of that busy, high-style life, the stiff, carbon scent wafting from the pages.
According to common wisdom, print magazines (and newspapers) should be on their way out because of the internet, but there seems to have been a strange surge in their proliferation lately ( at least in the women's/fancy art section).
This is what I noticed, and indulged in, during my last visit to the bookshop.
These "new" women's magazines are "cool and edgy" (phony shit), and co-opting "lo political" but I bought them anyway, paid their parent companies money, which I SHOULDN'T HAVE, but again, I JUST LOVE the photography and I love magazines and I could not resist examining the silliness. (My editor thought this was a good idea for a story too.)
I like fashion. A lot. I love clothes ( but not jewelry. or makeup. or hairstyling.) Clothes are cool, and they can be political, but I'm thinking in the sense of "I was forced to wear a uniform when I was a lowly medical secretary but when I got promoted, I could wear stylish office clothes and have more freedom about what I wear." So fashion is an indication of class, and economic status.
I also loved reading about bougie women and their fervent participation in the WOMEN'S MARCH, as portrayed in the latest issue of "Violet", a magazine for really wealthy artsy women. (I like to refer to that march as "Political Coachella".) I love how mad they are that "Trump exists", and how they don't seem to realize or care that racism and poverty and lack of healthcare existed way before he came around. They have mobilized their stylish friends and their awesome boutiques in service of the anti-Trump movement, which is all it is. They have taken off from pressing yoga classes and soul-searching treks in the mountains of some Asian country, they have dropped EVERYTHING, to design clothes and GORGEOUS GORGEOUS things that declare they are a feminist.
(who doesn't love gorgeous things?)
( I LOVE gorgeous things)
They are also best friends with Hill, and please don't mess with Donna BraZILE.
( I also take it that Bernie supporters are "brats".)
It's a new era in American women's magazines (probably in European ones too, since they now imitate American ones). It's a new era in leftist and feminist politics, which has revealed its' hypocrisy; it has uttered it and proclaimed it with a hushed, sacred reverence in their voices, their self-absorbed self- important, how THEY MUST DO SOMETHING
(and by the way, this magazine is mostly filled with ads for the most expensive, haute couture fashion brands, clothing I GUARANTEE YOU most people in this country cannot afford)
And as I had been agonizing about writing stuff in general for the past few weeks, this piece included, it had been stagnating for a while now, and I was gonna publish it today and then I saw THIS BULLSHIT today and now I am pretty convinced that liberal, middle class and upper middle class and upper class white women are completely insane
This gag article, which apparently comes from some gag women's website, is basically making the same critique I am ( but I am discussing it through the example of print fashion magazines, obviously).
So this is an obvious criticism ( well, no it's not, because there are obviously people who buy into this, like there are people who are sycophants for Hillary!) but what really annoys me is that is being promoted by someone (it was retweeted) WHO IS a Hillary sycophant and doesn't see the irony of being a Hillary sycophant, and yet thinks she is being critical of women who exploit feminism...
I would be shocked (but impressed) if this online rag was critical of Hillary. But I doubt it.
Brianna Wu became well known by being embroiled in the Gamergate scandal. She is now running for US House of Representatives in Massachusetts. She's a Hillary shill. She isn't bothered by Hillary's foreign policy record, her career as a lawyer defending crooked corporations, her indifference to the plight of female employees of Walmart while she was on their board, her flip flopping on issues like child support and illegal immigration (let's build a wall! and what about those super predators?), her support of a philandering, misogynist, womanizing, predatory husband so she could later run for president
Let's forget all that
And here are some other images I culled from these glorious magazines, beautiful in their artistry and THEIR PAIN, the pain of being twisted in your mind, if you have any conscience at all, it must hurt
Art magazines are great! But even they dabble in "lo political liberal"
And here's another magazine.
This one is more enjoyable and not at all obviously biased...but..is it?
(And don't get me wrong, I am okay with women's magazines or any magazines having political articles and leanings; art should also be political - they should, as a result, expect that the ideas they are promoting will be engaged with.)
Bella Grace, I never heard of it before, but again, I don't frequent what few bookshops remain in this country that much.
It's a luxurious women's magazine all about finding yourself and exploring your creativity. It's pretty much for middle class white women who need pampering. It's like a print version of the Hallmark channel ( I LOVE the Hallmark Channel. And Long Live Lifetime!!!!)
I love it..
But I also GET IT
You have to have some major time to be able to dedicate to taking photographs and drinking tea and pondering the beauty and the seasons of life.
You have to be in a special place of privilege in order to make a living writing and taking photos about this kind of stuff.
So while not overtly political, the subtext here is emphasis on a lifestyle only really available to someone with time and money on their hands, someone of an upper class.
So art, and fashion, and ideas: do only wealthy people come up with them?
Or are they just the ones who have the resources to exploit them?
My quandary of print magazines brings me both joy and dejection.
(At least this next magazine is free and not available at bookstores but at fancy grocery stores, restaurants, and boutiques):
Toulouse Le Bon is the long lost, forgotten, and abandoned synthesis of Toulouse Lautrec and Simon Le Bon.