I have a serious catalog and magazine addiction. I love looking at the catalogs and consistently, with a few exceptions, never actually buy anything form them. I just like to contemplate a life in which things match, the home is designed with clean lines, everybody dresses with that annoying casual style that is actually really, really expensive. I am not convinced I want that life, it is just fun to wonder.
Thus I subscribe to Vanity fair as a sort of exercise in anthropology. Vanity Fair really likes rich people and dissecting the lives of rich people and talking to rich people about the stuff they own, why they own it, and what else they want to own.
A typical edition has pages and pages of ads for shit none of us need and for shit many of us did not know existed, with youthful, pouty models. The youthful pouty models are so attractive they are actually kind of generic looking. They look like nothing really.
Vanity Fair also likes to track the fuck ups of the rich ( scandals, murder, sour business deals) and have been consistently critical of the Bush regime like few mainstream publications have. But my time with Vanity Fair is done, as I whittle down the magazines I subscribe to and either decide not to replace, or replace them with something different. Right now Mental Floss and Ad Busters are appealing.
Harumph….. Music….
Don’t rec pony party, chit chat, hang out and then go read the other excellent offerings here….
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and I’d fill out the order form with everything I wanted. My total $’s were in the high hundreds – no problem. I would then throw the catalog, order included, in the recycle bin. The urge to possess the items passed with the ridiculous amount noted in the Total box. Worked for me!
Of course when you do that they eventually stop sending them.
The only catalog I miss is IKEA’s. Great ideas there for small space living. 🙂
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