Tango has lofty goals: its tagline is "Love, Life and the Pursuit of Happiness," which is clearly what most couples (and single people) are striving for in a relationship. Rather than focusing on the relationship from the point of view of one gender, Tango tries to look at both sides, and this point of view extends into product reviews as well as stories and advice columns.
I'm a fairly curious guy, especially when I see a chance to parlay whatever knowledge I can glean into personal gain. And so the December Discover caught my eye with two of its cover queries: "Why are people nice?" (why, they're practically begging me to take advantage of that kindness), and "Can science predict when the housing bubble will burst?" (if so, remind me to kidnap Columbia's zoology chair for my next open-house jamboree).
More than 40 years after Sex and the Single Girl was first published, Cosmo is the highest circulation women's magazine on the stand. Millions of women around the country rely on the magazine's dating and sex advice. In the age of "The Rules," here's the game according to the ladies at Cosmo.
I'll answer your question before you ask it: Yes, of course I'm bitter. Over the past 12 months, I've bleached my teeth, dropped 35 pounds and trimmed my shoulder hair so that I'm no longer confused with lesser primates. I've started wearing form-fitting T-shirts and perfected a come-hither gaze. And yet still I received no love from People's "Sexiest Man Alive" arbiters. Again. So very hurtful.
Cookie magazine, the new parenting publication from Fairchild Publications, wants to make its readers feel like parenting is glamorous and luxurious--even when every parent knows the cold, hard truth.
It's worth taking a more in-depth look at King, as its tush-happy covers don't exactly reflect the breadth of its content. I'd argue that the magazine boasts a considerably higher IQ and a more refined social/political mission than its detractors would acknowledge.
It's getting dark too early, and the long, cold New York winter is looming. 'Tis the season when exotic beaches, palm trees and women lingering in hammocks adorn the cover of travel magazines.
Upon first glance at the November 14 Forbes, I thought I'd unwittingly been transported back into the dank netherworld that was 2003. And what a forbidding time it was: technology, business and lifestyle publications were foisting "blogs might be worse than Communism!" cover stories upon an unsuspecting and often indifferent public.
It's been said that irony is dead, but Heeb: The New Jew Review, is keeping it alive and dancing the horah. This month's issue of the magazine, which is written for a certain kind of hip, downtown, probably-more-likely-to-do-yoga-or-meditate-than-go-to-shul (except on the High Holidays)--and yes, slightly-self-hating Jew--is devoted to sex.
I say hip-hip-hooray for shopping magazines, perhaps the only print genre that doesn't demand of its audience functional or even partial literacy. So with the ol' brain in the shop for its 50,000-mile tune-up, I grabbed a copy of the November SHOP Etc., hoping to glean a bunch of gift ideas for the gals (I mean, gal) in my life without breaking a sweat.