Irony of the month: While the Editor’s Letter says, “Shut up and eat,” and bemoans the fact that women are always “self-surveilling” their caloric intake, the mag gives information about: “Aromatrim” products (you smell them and they make you eat less); a new diet pill; “liposhaving” (you can guess what that is).
My arm fell asleep, I got so engrossed. This issue of Harper’s Bazaar is about as big as a bible—and just as full of prophecy.
I fall in love with the models, their blackened eyes and plaster pigment, all pinched and compressed into vinyl and leather, looking hot hot hot and totally unfazed. They are the visions of me that I will never see.
How about that new Taco Bell ad featuring 11-year-old boys on the beach ogling a shapely lifeguard...
Guess what? According to Cosmopolitan you'll never get a date without duct tape and a "No Trespassing" sign...
When Camille Paglia addresses the defunct pedophilic Calvin Klein ads in the October 31 issue of The Advocate, she implies that pedophilia is somehow an essential part of gay life...
Sometimes we feel like we hallucinated this one, because we only saw it once-and because it was so horrifying...
We're all for home exercise equipment, but why do the ads always have to be so fucking smug?...
Now we have Nike telling us that the revolution will not be televised. On tele-vision...