First Chow bit the dust. Domino collapsed this year, and culinary giant Gourmet became toast soon after (both were in Condé Nast’s publishing portfolio). And now Metropolitan Home is shutting its doors, which I discovered when I tried to renew my subscription online a few weeks ago. “Sadly, Metropolitan Home is no longer being published. If you have questions about your existing subscription, please contact customer service.” It callously recommended that I subscribe to Elle Decor instead. Sure! Can I have it delivered right up their publisher’s ass?
Here’s the stupid press release.
What’s next? Dwell?
When Domino (which was excellent) died they replaced my friends' subscription with Glamour. These friends are gay, but not gay-to-the-point-of-reading-Glamour gay. So I have a subscription to Glamour now.
Metallic dresses are a do.
if that one goes, I will give up on reading.
And also, why the fuck did the publishers of Domino thank that "Mr. Andrew Grey" would be happy with Glamour as a replacement???
At least Jessica benefited from it.
I seem to will things out of business by liking and patronizing them. Did you hear Hard, Lumpy Brown magazine is going down to quarterly?
And freedumb, :)
At least Jessica benefited from it.
Yes, if anyone would like more fashion 'dos' I'm right over here. I can also share tales of the woman empowered.
As far as home decor, I now have no clue.
down to a quarterly! I shant wake in the morn.
What a ruse. Seems like every month it claims to reveal a new secret spot to drive your man wild, and then you open it up and it's "his neck!"
(... Hey, maybe that's why they sent you guys a subscription.)
Barf. The relationship/sex columns are unreadable. They seem to be aimed at teens, middle-aged virgins and the cheesy.
You would think they would run out of articles about tantric massage and lemongrass-scented candles for foreplay...but I swear they never seem to. The only time I use candles is when I drip them over a guy/girl who is effectively chained to some piece of my furniture. I prefer low-paraffin candles. They burn, but don't leave scars.
where else will I go to be made to feel inadequate and unstylish and poor? Oh, pretty much any magazine? OK, good.
