Posts Tagged ‘Magazine Article’

What me, Libral?

Thursday, June 5th, 2008

So, I try not to rant on the overt consumerism that has America in its strong hold. But when I do get riled up about anything vaguely political, that would be it. (Can you even call consumerism “vaguely political”?)

As many of you know I’m leaving the world of medication and casting my net into fashion retail with Macy’s. So I figured I’d up my collection of magazine subscriptions in the industry to help “research” what my daily life will consist of. So now I get Glamour, Self, Vogue, W, and Allure. I figure that is a nice array.

The risk I run is overloading my life with articles about clothing I never will, nor want, to afford.

But that’s cool. I can live with that.

However, there are times when the fashion world crosses a line that pisses me off. For example: the June 2008 issue of Vogue has an article called from here to timbuktu… And, yes, they did not use capitol letters.

First, I did a little Googling on Mali (where you can find Timbuktu) and would like to share a few fun facts about the country before I tell you what my issue is.

Mali is the seventh largest country in Africa (think California AND Texas, combined). Despite, and maybe even because, of its size it ranks among the 10 poorest nations in the world.

According to the state department, Mali’s average skilled worker makes an annual salary of $1,560. Annually.

Half the population is over 15 and half under. Of the half that is over (since “literacy” is considered only in people over the age of 15) only 31% are literate.

The infant mortality rate is about 10%, and if you are lucky enough to be in the 90% that survived, the life expectancy is 50 years.

Now don’t get me started on the fact that 2/3rds of the girls there undergo female genital mutilation before the turn 10.

Okay. Now that you have those facts in your noggin, time for my rant.

Doesn’t this country, where over 60% of the population are living below the poverty line, sound like the ideal place to photograph the latest selections from the new spring lines?

Isn’t that what the impoverished need, an advanced peek of Dolce and Gabana’s Spring 2008 ruffled dress and multifloral strapless maxi?

I hate to say something like this, because it sounds so liberal and that’s not really me, but it really irks me that people in the fashion industry would exploit the poor for a funky, yet colorful background for a photo shoot.

I did the math on the outfits featured in the article. Of the 12 shots, it would run a girl about $48,000 to stock her closet. This is NOT including some of the jewelry that did not have prices listed or tax. The opening picture alone is worth over $10,000.

That is sick.

Did you know you could employ 30 skilled Malian citizens for a year for that kind of cash?

Forget that. Using an organization like Christian Children’s Fund you could feed, vaccinate, and educate 167 kids for a year. Not that I would ever recommend donating to them. I’d rather see your money go to UNICEF.

But you know. Thinking about it. Besides the clothes, the model fits right in. I’m sure she hasn’t eaten in months either.

Cosmo-Not

Tuesday, June 3rd, 2008

The word “Cosmopolitan” can mean many things. Vodka, triple sec, lime, and cranberry; shaken, not stirred. It can mean knowledgeable and refined. To me, it first brings to mind a brightly covered magazine I’ve liked to read occasionally.

I used to really enjoy Cosmo.

I subscribed to it for a while in college.

But I’m pretty sure I’ve bought my last copy. This magazine has issues, and more than just monthly kind.

According to www.hearst.com the magazine is described as: “Cosmopolitan is the lifestylist for millions of fun, fearless females who want to be the best they can be in every area of their lives. Cosmopolitan inspires with information on relationships and romance, the best in fashion and beauty, the latest on women’s health and well-being, as well as what is happening in pop culture and entertainment…and just about everything else fun, fearless females want to know.”

Yeah, okay. I’ll give ‘em most of that. Most of it.

I’m not sure that it promotes us (females) to be the best we can be when it comes to relationships. This past issue (June 2008) has an article entitled “How to Snoop on Your Man (Because Sometimes You May Have To)”.

We are talking about an ENTIRE four page spread on how to find out information about your guy without actually asking him. They teach you ways, with the help of environmental physiologists, to snoop around his stuff to find out what kind of person he really is.

Some of the suggestions are harmless. Like looking in his shower stall, DVR, and freezer. From these things you can tell if there is another woman in the picture by items such as a pink razor and Lean Cuisines. I, for one, check the shower stall of every bathroom I use, strictly because I don’t want anyone to be in there while I pee.

Some of the suggestions can SEEM harmless. Like looking at his stack of bills for late notices, his end-table drawer for comic books, or his digital camera for compromising pictures. These are things that he really should share with you himself. Anything you find here probably comes with an explanation and could easily be misconstrued. The late notices could be something he’s trying to get out from underneath, the comic books for his nephews, and the pictures just friends. I mean, come on, we’ve all taken those ridiculous shots after WAY too many Long Islands…

Then there are the just plain ridiculous. His gym bag for condoms? His medicine cabinet to Google what he’s taking? His sock drawer? Computer bookmarks and history? The junk spot where he empties his pockets for receipts? Wow, that is sad.

What really takes the cake for me though and pushes us beyond the nosy and into the stalker category are the following: his hamper for stains and smells, his date book for name patterns, his wallet, his cell phone bill, and, GET THIS, his trash.

Okay. I’m not perfect. I’ve Googled my fair share of guys. It’s paid off. Can we say the “single, childless” guy who was trying to come over for a quickie that turned out to be married with kids?
But I would never pick through the trash to see if he flosses. I won’t even root through mine…

Is this rant long enough?

I guess what I’m saying, ladies, is that if you don’t trust your guy enough that you have to stoop to snoop, maybe you should reconsider the relationship as a whole.

No guy is worth poking around dirty underwear.

Not even Tom Brady.

Okay. Maybe Tom Brady.