Sorry Plum Sykes, you’re no longer #1 on my Vogue ShitList.

arod:

I don’t know why I keep reading American Vogue — the editorials are bland, the covers uninspiring (seriously, who is Sienna Miller fucking to keep getting them?!), and the articles insipid at best. I should really just save the money and put it towards the British and Australian versions that are so bad for my wallet (but so so pretty!). While I’ve always had a special place of rage in my heart for Plum Sykes — the woman has made a career out of being a literary idiot — this month’s issue took it one step further.

Maggie McGuane first came to my attention with this balanced piece of sensive writing, but this month’s article about the perils of not being able to buy $300 earrings on a whim literally made my stomach churn. I think this is the first time I can ever remember ripping out pages from a magazine because they offended me so much.

Congratulations Maggie, you’re officially a bigger tool than the woman who wrote Bergdorf Blondes.

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