Kultural!@# Tat!@#

Ms. Ennis may be talking abt herself, party...

Welcome to Davinablog:

ALL THE WRITING in heat is the worst thing i've ever read in a pro mag. it's really just awful. really. how they get away with it is obv, but it knocks me back every time -- so very VERY poor. i still enjoy it tho, cos it's less about the writing and more about the hats and the "whose boobs are they anyway?" competitions (num num).

Right, I have to go back to work now.

Norman thought the only tail he had to worry about was the driver behind him swerving recklessly across the narrow country road. BUT HOW WRONG HE WAS. Fate was also sneaking up behind him -- in the shape of a vicious grey squirrel... (cont p 92)

There aren't enough magazines in A2 or A1. Maybe Everett could do a relaunch of CTCL that size.

It's the existence of well-paid magazine editors like her that grinds me down into bitter disappointment.

But then I've yet to read last week's Observer Review which allegedly explains how Heat et al are actually Cultural Masterpieces, so no doubt I'll be enlightened forthwith hahaha.

Emma has given up on living.

Hihihi... Ms ENNIS

DO YOU SEE?!

One thing that occured to me on thee way home was that when U look @ a copy ov "cosmopolitan" (and I suspeckt similar magazines), there's all this guff abt achievig some kind of physickal perfection, illustrated by pics ov models who are perfect (in the sense of society's idea of fem perfectione etc, it's not what gets me hot & bothered but there y'go) probably even before photoshop worked its EV0L magick, and then in the classified sect @ thee back there's all these adverts for cosmetick surgery. Now I'm sure this is hardly an original observation, but there does seem to be something wrong there, somehow.

I liked Alan T's Take a Break spoof. Ice Cream & Lemon Panda Pop sounds not only like a whole lot more phun than a copy ov "heat", but also like a song title by an uber-twee indie band.

B Yes it's all part of THE CONSPIRACY.
The Observer: you’ll get no argument from me about its shitness, since I never read it myself anymore, but the companion does - I just grabbed the Review bit because of that article....
A piece which was outrageously lame anyway: the examples of evidence which acted as a stout defence against the 'dumbing down' of our culture included TV programmes 'The Simpsons' and 'The West Wing' (who would class these as ‘dumb’ anyway?), the popularity of Pub Quizzes (yeah just GIVE ME THE FACTS), and Sven's classical compilation album. (Football’s gone all cultural! Hurrah!)
A side headline was: 'We can tape a documentary on Bosnia and an episode of Father Ted. There is no shame in doing both. We are more intellectually secure.' Oh yeah, never thought of it that way.
But you’ll all be glad to know that the murky bogwaters of ALERTALERT irony RELAXRELAX were lightly leapt over. Probably because he would have ended up covered in shit.

Live w/o Sunday newspaper isn't too bad actually.
Well, they’re certainly a bit swollen in all dimensions, but I like to read at least one newspaper a week......And have thus inevitably ended up hoarding piles of old unread ones like some Dickensian obsessive.
Since moving to Edinburgh I’ve gone for ‘Scotland On Sunday’ which, in spite of its Darwinian Brigadooner tendencies, at least covers/reviews things more local and relevant to my......’LIFESTYLE’ hahahahaaaa

There was a funny and defensive editorial in NZ Cosmo this month where the editor gave a sort of piecemeal rant about how some MEN, would you believe it MEN, had had her up at a dinner party about being a traitor to her gender, but a) according to her, they still flirted with the attractive girls and b) they've got no right to judge and you have to be assertive and say 'I am what I am' or some other useless piece of self-help they're promoting in the mag this month.

THANKS NORMAN!