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Lucky's First-Ever Music Issue: Only Years After Everyone Else's

Lucky_kellyclarkson_august12Lucky's August edition is the magazine's first-ever music issue. They're calling Kelly Clarkson "adorable," which is a suspiciously non-effusive word for the magazine that called Rachel Bilson a "sartorial Einstein." I mean, how high is the bar here? 

Anyway, since this is the music issue, I'll relay my thoughts in the lyrics of Nada Surf's 1996 hit song, "Popular":

Lucky, "You're so novel. What a good idea."

Really! It's a fantastic idea! It's so good, in fact, that several other women's magazines already do it. For instance, Self

And Elle

Also Nylon

And W.

Oh, and Marie Claire

But surely such blatant copying was intentional, right? After all, none of those other magazines is rumored to be going digital-only. So I can only assume that the music issue concept is focus group-approved, advertiser-tested, and a last-ditch effort at raking in some sweet ad cash before Conde Nast lowers the hammer. See you in the fall, Lucky! Maybe! 

Mariska Hargitay's Skewed Self Assessment

Is Mariska Hargitay’s appraisal of her body self-deprecation, the misuse of a term commonly used to mean Self_november_mariska_hargitay_5 “plus-sized,” or the result of working in an industry where breakfast is a cigarette and a swig of Starbucks? I don’t know, but it depresses the hell out of me.

In the midst of an otherwise resoundingly sane statement about eating in moderation, she describes herself in a jaw-dropping way. From Self’s “Living the Joy,” November:

“I’m a full-figured woman.”

I can’t decide what’s sadder: the idea that the healthy-looking Hargitay is a Hollywood version of full-figured, or that actresses with sharp-as-knives shoulder blades are considered so average that, in comparison, she actually is.

Sex, Soda, and Showers • Things take a turn toward the steamy in this month’s rundown of magazine relationship advice. Learn why Self suggests you kick the diet soda habit, what it’s like to be married to a sex expert, and why he hates showering at your place, in my July column on The Frisky.

Magazines Acknowledge The Cost of Clothes: A Recession Fashion Rundown

So, the U.S. is teetering on the brink of a recession. While there is a smattering of financial advice scattered throughout the July issues, the magazines focus on something far more important than investments and job security: looking good! Priorities! The best investment to weather an economic crisis is, apparently, your wardrobe. I’m no financial expert, but based on what’s in the magazines this month, I will say this: If Forever 21 ever goes public, buy.

Nearly all the magazines offer looks at lower prices, but considering the source, lower-priced is not necessarily low-end. Here’s a breakdown of the style sticker shock:

Bazaar

One page of “Hottest, Newest, Latest” is devoted to “fashion at AFFORDABLE prices.” It was wise to emphasize the word “affordable,” because otherwise—well, see for yourself.

Total number of deals: 6

Their idea of dirt cheap: A $69 Banana Republic scarf

Most expensive bargain: A $395 Elie Tahari clutch

Cheapest item elsewhere in the magazine: $140 J. Crew flats

Priciest item elsewhere in the magazine: A $450,000 Neil Lane for De Beers bracelet

Item whose price makes me question the wisdom of capitalism: A $46,650 Balenciaga dress. No, it isn’t woven from gold. Why do you ask?


Cosmopolitan

“How to Shop Summer Sales” blends fashion with suggestions to befriend a saleswoman and keep your receipts for price adjustments. Original!

Total number of deals: 14

Their idea of dirt cheap: A $49 dress from Macy’s

Most expensive bargain: A $158 necklace, Marc by Marc Jacobs

Cheapest item elsewhere in the magazine: $48 DKNY jeans

Priciest item elsewhere in the magazine: A $575 3.1 Philip Lim dress

Item whose price makes me question the wisdom of capitalism: Cosmo neglects to list prices for the most expensive items, like the YSL cardigan worn by a model riding a jetski. Where else would you wear such a sweater?

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Elle

An eight-page spread, “Le Cheap, C’est Chic!,” is annoyingly teased on the cover with the line “No She Didn’t!” Because, you know, spending less than $150 on an item of clothing is totally a novel lifestyle choice and not a necessity!

Total number of deals: Who can tell what Elle thinks is “cheap”? They’ve got Forever 21 mixed with Burberry.

Their idea of dirt cheap: A $6 bead necklace and, the fashion find of the century, a $7 Hanes t-shirt. Thanks for uncovering that hidden gem, Elle!

Most expensive bargain: Elle’s “inexpensive” clothes are paired with thousands of dollars of jewelry, as if that’s the only way to redeem them. The highest-priced piece in “Le Cheap” is a $3,990 diamond ring.

Cheapest item elsewhere in the magazine: $48 Levi’s denim shorts worn by Mary-Kate Olsen

Priciest item elsewhere in the magazine: A $5,600 Marchesa satin dress

Item whose price makes me question the wisdom of capitalism: Ludicrous $300 square sunglasses by Luella by Linda Farrow. People aren’t actually going to buy those, right? Right?


Glamour

Bargains are splashed across one page, “Summery work stuff—all less than $40,” and a high-low feature, “Your Summer Extras.”

Total number of deals: 12 for sure; the high-low feature doesn’t designate what is what. A $40 scarf could go either way.

Their idea of dirt cheap: A $10 Shop Suey ring

Most expensive bargain: A $70 Roberta Freymann tote (assuming this is what counts for low-end in Glamour’s universe. Since another page in the same story features a $795 straw hat, I think it must.)

Cheapest item elsewhere in the magazine: A $25 Chinese Laundry belt

Priciest item elsewhere in the magazine: The $12,000 Louis Vuitton Speedy mentioned here

Item whose price makes me question the wisdom of capitalism: Gotta be that hat.


InStyle

An anemic single page is devoted to “Deals & Steals.”

Total number of deals: 7

Their idea of dirt cheap: $14 aviator sunglasses by Shop Suey

Most expensive bargain: A $139 MNG by Mango dress

Cheapest item elsewhere in the magazine: An $18 American Apparel t-shirt

Priciest item elsewhere in the magazine: An $88,000 Van Cleef and Arpels ring

Item whose price makes me question the wisdom of capitalism: An $18,000 Donna Karan crocodile bag. It’s just a purse.


Lucky

An entire feature, “The Season’s Best Looks Under $100,” is given over to low-price style.

Total number of deals: 67

Their idea of dirt cheap: An $18 Mossimo for Target top

Most expensive bargain: Tie: at $99, a “tiered maxiskirt” by WDNY International and a Tommy Hilfiger cotton dress

Cheapest item elsewhere in the magazine: A $7 Metro 7 tank top

Priciest item elsewhere in the magazine: A $1,465 bracelet by Steven Dweck

Item whose price makes me question the wisdom of capitalism: Chanel charges $1,225 for a belt. A belt! I regret not launching a career in luxury fashion.


Marie Claire

They’ve spread the discounts throughout: there’s one page of “101 Ideas,” one page of “Splurge vs. Steal,” and a feature, “Black & White,” that’s high-low.

Total number of deals: 40

Their idea of dirt cheap: $7 Hue socks (Thanks, Marie Claire, I was really overspending on socks.)

Most expensive bargain: $300 Marciano shoes (worn with the $7 Hue socks, natch)

Cheapest item elsewhere in the magazine: $5.80 Forever 21 sunglasses

Priciest item elsewhere in the magazine: An $18,800 Cartier ring

Item whose price makes me question the wisdom of capitalism: A Chanel top and skirt set that retails for the low, low price of $10,745.


Self

Looks like all the clothes shown in the  fashion features under $100, which is excellent.

Total number of deals: 100, according to the cover

Their idea of dirt cheap: It’s a tie at $8 for a Forever 21 necklace and Old Navy earrings

Most expensive bargain: Another tie, this one at $99, for a Nahui Ollin tote, an RJ Graziano necklace, and a $99 Tommy Hilfiger clutch. Those are special prices for Self readers, however, so this hews dangerously close to cheating.

Cheapest item elsewhere in the magazine: See above for $8 jewelry.

Priciest item elsewhere in the magazine: That tank top Anne Hathaway is wearing on the cover? Yeah. It’s $845, and she’s wearing it with necklaces whose combined total is $5,300.

Item whose price makes me question the wisdom of capitalism: $49 jelly shoes, but probably only because I’m old enough to remember buying jellies the first time around.

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Vogue

In “The Economists,” Vogue editors offer “inspired finds under $500 (plus one key investment piece).” Oh, thank god, because I needed help to find clothes that cost so little.

Total number of deals: 31, not counting the home décor and investment pieces

Their idea of dirt cheap: A $127 Sykes London belt

Most expensive bargain: Seven items retail for $495, including a John Varvatos coat, a Moschino Cheap and Chic skirt, and a  3.1 Philip Lim dress. (You didn’t think they’d go four whole pages without mentioning Lim, did you?)

Cheapest item elsewhere in the magazine: A $150 YSL dickey

Priciest item elsewhere in the magazine: A $16,600 Cartier watch

Item whose price makes me question the wisdom of capitalism: Hands down, the dickeys were the most egregiously priced items I saw in any of the magazines. Vogue featured two: a $150 YSL version and a $395 Prada one. That’s an awful lot of scratch for something that isn’t even a real shirt.

Self: A Gay Man Deceives His Wife, Redoes Household Decor

Sure, we expect bitterness from a woman whose husband married her in a desperate attempt to quash his gayness. But we were bewildered by Self’s “I Married a Gay Man” (February). Near the end of the essay, the anonymous author describes the situation now that she and her ex, Chris, have both settled into new relationships.Self_feb08_eva_longoria

My relationship with Chris is as good as it can possibly be, given the circumstances. We do birthday parties and some holidays together, and he and his male partner live in—and have redecorated—our former house… [bolding ours]

Redecorated? Really? He redecorated? Did he give her a makeover, too?

For an article that is at least ostensibly about forgiveness and acceptance, we found that to be a strange detail to throw in. But then, we’ve never been married to a gay man, so what do we know? Apparently, we’ve dodged a bullet. Check out this statistic quoted in the article which, conveniently, the author managed to twist to illustrate that, OMG, gay men marrying straight women is an imminent plague upon our society.

...research done by University of Chicago sociologist Edward Laumann, Ph.D., estimated that between 1.5 million and 2.9 million American women who have ever been married had a husband who had had sex with another man. That means there are a large number of women who have no idea what their husband does in secret.

Seriously, we’re finding the presentation of this statistic a bit dicey. Women who have ever been married? A husband who had had sex with another man? That doesn’t necessarily equate to a husband who’s sneaking around on his wife with other men; it applies equally to a married man who, say, had an experimental phase at some point, or a divorced woman whose ex was bisexual, or any number of permutations.

And anyway, there probably aren’t any statistics to back this up, but what husbands do in secret is more likely to involve online poker and reading their wives’ back issues of Cosmo than illicit gay sex. (Hi, honey!) Though, to be sure, Anonymous includes a damning admission of that, too, after she confronts him with her newly diagnosed case of chlamydia:

He had been having anonymous sex with men. “I don’t know how this could have happened,” he stammered. “It’s nobody that I knew...it was mostly oral sex...it just happened.... At gay bars, there are back rooms with holes in the walls....”

And when he did have relations with his unsuspecting wife, it was just like that scene in Brokeback Mountain between Ennis and Alma. It made her “very emotional,” watching that movie.

So what’s a girl to do? Is there any way our plucky heroine could have seen this coming? Or is being married to a gay man a fate that could befall most any woman?

Well:

Early in our relationship, Chris told me he’d had homosexual experiences as a teenager but assured me it was youthful curiosity.

And...

Two unusual things happened on our first date. After we watched the movie Romancing the Stone, Chris said, “I think I could marry you”...Then, after he kissed me good-night, he shocked me again, saying, “No matter what you hear, I’m not gay.” In fact, I had heard other students say that everyone in his fraternity was gay.

That answers that, at least. If this article is to be believed, foresight is more rare than a man who’ll redecorate the house.

Carrie Underwood In Need of a Self-Esteem Boost

We read once that you should never, ever ask your significant other if you look fat.  Which makes sense, right?  Because it’s rude to fish for compliments and it puts your partner in an awkward spot?  Nope!Self_november_carrie_underwood_3   Because people are apparently so susceptible to suggestion that pointing out your shortcomings to others might lead to them actually perceive those flaws.

We dismissed the idea at the time, but when we read “Carrie Takes the Wheel” in the November issue of Self, we suddenly had a more thorough understanding of the logic.  This is the singer’s second Self cover in less than two years, and yet, she keeps staring at her ass in the mirror and wondering whether she’s gained weight since lunch.  (Metaphorically, that is.)  Sure, being famous for an actual reason is increasingly rare, but it does happen!  Reading Underwood’s comments, we can’t decide if she’s genuinely modest or engaging in the celebrity equivalent of “Do I look fat in this?”   If, as she attests, she’s so ordinary, why is she on the cover of Self at all?

Decide for yourself!  Her modest and/or self-deprecating quotes are after the jump.

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Self's "Secret": Sort of Gross, But Strangely Touching

We nearly skipped over Self’s “Sitting On a Secret,” July, once we determined it was about hemorrhoids. A few days ago, we read this, which was more than enough information on the topic.  Also, we’re squeamish.Self_july_fergie

But—surprise!—we’re glad we read Self’s story in its entirety.  Turns out, the Self piece isn’t just about veins protruding from a sensitive part of the writer’s anatomy.  (Though we were troubled by the decision to refer to said protrusions as a “bean” and a “cherry.”  Ew!)  It was also a reminder about the nature of marriage and commitment.

I suddenly realized that the only way to make my husband understand was to show him.  As I got into position, it struck me that he might never have sex with me again, but it was a risk I had to take.  “Oh.  My.  God,” he whispered through his hands.  He hugged me and said he was so sorry and officially named the cherry Chester.  He also had some bad news:  There were in fact three hemorrhoids—one big, two little.  Yep.  Chester had a posse.

And:

When I returned home [after surgery to remove the hemorrhoids]…I asked my husband for a sympathy look-see because the anesthesia was wearing off…My husband held my hand and walked me toward the bathroom.

Whoa.  Now that’s love—and a look at marriage nearly as enlightening as the articles about relationships.

We’ve learned more than enough about hemorrhoids recently, thank you very much.  But excrutiating detail and all, this story was still far less gag-inducing than the “deep” Fergie lyrics quoted in the cover story.

Self Fesses Up to Faking It

Game’s up, Self!  We haven’t finished reading the whole issue yet, but this tidbit from “Fitness Q & A,” May, caught our eye:

Q: I exercise almost daily, but I still lose my breath whenever I walk up stairs.  What the heck is Self_may_ali_larter going on?

A: OK, I have a confession to make.  This question is actually from me.  I, Meaghan Buchan, fitness director of Self magazine…

Really, we gave up on the idea of readers submitting questions long ago. For starters, Self doesn’t even bother to fabricate names and cities for their Q & As, which heads off the slightest idealistic suspicion that the questions are genuinely reader-generated. 

And if we’re truly supposed to buy that the questions come from readers in desperate need of gym-bag guidance, then Self could put some effort into making these queries believable.  We flat-out refuse to accept that someone would actually write to a magazine to ask what orthotics are  (also page 114) instead of using Google or a dictionary or some other method of research that, you know, actually guarantees a response. 

Still, we appreciate the confession.  But why bother?  That a staffer wrote it doesn’t render this particular question any different from any of the other questions in this issue.   

Barking Up a Very, Very Wrong Tree in Self

Reading Self doesn’t normally induce squirming (save for when it delves into the gruesome particulars of injuries and infections), but we are at a near-total loss to convey the abject horror we felt upon reading a particular tidbit about Katherine McPhee in the April issue. It comes under a reasonably apropos heading:

Eleven things you probably don’t know about herSelf_april_katherine_mcphee

Though we would suggest this particular factoid belongs more appropriately in the category of things you absolutely, positively do not want to know about her, or anyone else, ever, on pain of death. Brace yourself. The terrible secret revealed?

She French-kisses her dog.

Let that image sink in for a minute. It’s utterly foul, sure, but don’t run away screaming just yet—there are details!

Seriously. McPhee opens her mouth and allows Nena, her 10-month-old Chihuahua, to lick inside. “We kiss. We’re tongue lovers,” McPhee says, laughing. “It grosses my dad out.” To Nena in a baby voice, McPhee says, “I wuv you, baby. People will think I’m weird, but I don’t care because I wuv you.”

Ugh.  We just turned green, and not with envy.  Maybe she doesn’t care, but we sure do. (And, we would like to add, we love dogs—just not nearly as, uh, enthusiastically or literally as the American Idol runner-up.)

Perhaps the only thing more “weird” than making out with your dog is doing so in front of a reporter. We hope this is merely an ill-conceived publicity stunt, an outlandish ploy to drum up her CD sales. And if it isn’t? Well, then we’re relieved Self didn’t publish any photos of Katherine’s canine encounter. Also, we feel sorry for her boyfriend.

The Week: At Last, Cringe-Free Cover Photos

• April issues are coming over the transom: Reese Witherspoon looks fierce in Bazaar, ScarlettScarlett_johansson_vogue_april_2 Johansson wears dark lips and short shorts in Vogue, and both constitute massive improvements over last month’s horrifying cover shots of Katie Holmes and Jennifer Hudson, respectively.

• Still more changes at Elle: While a new design director comes on board, other staffers make a blatant attempt to guest-star on The Hills by defecting to jobs at Teen Vogue.

• The New York Times’ Cathy Horyn asks why anyone except “daughters with lucky DNA in New York and L.A.” should care about Vogue.  We agree.

• And Conde Nast plans to launch a new web network, featuring content from Jane, Self, Allure, and Glamour. Like reading the magazines once on paper isn’t punishing enough.

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