Just about the only time I see a large number of magazines at once is when I’m going through an airport, such as last night. I often find the strangest part of the magazine section to be the women’s magazines, since they seem a peculiar combination of righteous indignation and breast-display. These two magazines were next to one another, and the juxtaposition of message was particularly striking:
It seems that Allure featured a self-congratulatory “call to the industry” to stop obsessing over youth. Don’t hold your breath, people. Nothing’s going to change.
