Jane [Magazine] makes the world feel like a vast desert populated only by celebrity wannabes, empty tubes of M.A.C. lipstick and used condoms tossed aside from a round of star-fucking.
Yet another fantastically written article on why so many of us grown-up former-Sassy readers hate Jane Magazine.
I’m thinking about this right now because the mock magazine I’m working on “talks like Sassy, but shops like Seventeen,” (nauseating I know, but whatever: it’s just for pretends) so I’m re-reading old Sassy content and remembering how much I loved it and how much Jane falls short of that promise. I’m realizing that I think it was reading Sassy when I was 13, 14, 15 years old that made me fall in love with magazine editorial work.
Hey there. I'm Ariel Meadow Stallings, a native Seattleite who's written my way up and down the Left Coast. Electrolicious is where I post daily randomata, but I also write for a living. My first book, Offbeat Bride, was published last year.
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