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Hey, girl. I don’t know if anyone told you this, but magazines are dying. In ten years’ time, probably only the Vogues of this world will continue to exist (and even then only as super-glossy quarterly objets d’art in pictures of rich people’s houses on hipstagram), while the Glamours and the Grazias of this world will be consigned to the dustbins of history, where they will languish alongside such other passing fads as hair mascara, trouserskirts, and fucking bubble tea. Whether or not you find the news of Grazia’s eventual demise a downer depends on whether or not you enjoy being told you’re fat on a 
a.) weekly
b.) monthly
c.) hardly ever
basis. 
Hey, girl. I don’t know if anyone told you this, but magazines are dying. In ten years’ time, probably only the Vogues of this world will continue to exist (and even then only as super-glossy quarterly objets d’art in pictures of rich people’s houses on hipstagram), while the Glamours and the Grazias of this world will be consigned to the dustbins of history, where they will languish alongside such other passing fads as hair mascara, trouserskirts, and fucking bubble tea. Whether or not you find the news of Grazia’s eventual demise a downer depends on whether or not you enjoy being told you’re fat on a 
a.) weekly
b.) monthly
c.) hardly ever
basis. 
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Anxiety: Does my enjoyment of Fifty Shades of Grey indicate that I, and by extension all women, want to be dominated? 

Reality: No, not necessarily. A fantasy is a fantasy is a fantasy, and just because you enjoy a little spanky spanky, it doesn’t mean that you want to become his virginal sex slave who can’t so much as eat a pancake without his written permission. Incidentally, why are you still reading that fucking book? 

(from Cosmopolitan Behavioural Therapy)
Anxiety: Does my enjoyment of Fifty Shades of Grey indicate that I, and by extension all women, want to be dominated? 

Reality: No, not necessarily. A fantasy is a fantasy is a fantasy, and just because you enjoy a little spanky spanky, it doesn’t mean that you want to become his virginal sex slave who can’t so much as eat a pancake without his written permission. Incidentally, why are you still reading that fucking book? 

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I believe that any of these advertising strategies would be phenomenally successful in creating the kinds of humane and loving people that empathise with the suffering of their fellow creatures. But I also think they’d work best in conjunction with a renaming strategy. How about: ‘PETABOOB: People for the Ethical Treatment of Animals But Outrageous Objectification of Babes.’ Come on PETA – give it to me. Harder! Faster! More! Make me scream. Make me gag. There can’t be any other way to promote animal welfare, can there?

I believe that any of these advertising strategies would be phenomenally successful in creating the kinds of humane and loving people that empathise with the suffering of their fellow creatures. But I also think they’d work best in conjunction with a renaming strategy. How about: ‘PETABOOB: People for the Ethical Treatment of Animals But Outrageous Objectification of Babes.’ Come on PETA – give it to me. Harder! Faster! More! Make me scream. Make me gag. There can’t be any other way to promote animal welfare, can there?

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While Needham was poncing about at some rave or whatever the hell he and his triangular shaped head were up to in the ’90s (and yes, I am going ad hom, because let’s face it, if Needham can write a whole column in a broadsheet newspaper telling a woman that her opinions about her own teenage tits are off the mark, then I can say that his head is shaped like a tortilla chip), Kate Moss was a lonely, hungry teenager, far away from home. That her exploitation, that the use of her body for photographs for which her consent was clearly lacking, should be held up by a journalist as a worthy sacrifice in the name of art, is arrogance of the highest order. It is also, considering the cultural climate in which these words have emerged, somewhat sickening.

It is fitting that these words should come about at a time where Britain is grappling with a paedophile scandal the likes of which have never been seen before. The newspapers are full of articles about institutional cover ups, about how the media in this country turned a blind eye (and in some cases, actively enabled) the exploitation of young girls. In a week where 14 year old Elle Fanning was hailed by the Daily Mail for her ‘womanly curves’, where that newspaper can simultaneously campaign against the sexualisation of young girls and leer, Humbert Humbert like, at their youthful bodies in cocktail dresses because they are ‘all grown up’. At a time like this, Needham feels it appropriate to justify Moss’ exploitation in the name of art. Have I got it right? The teenage girls exploited and molested by Jimmy Savile are victims, but a young Kate Moss’ tits are fair game? Because it’s for art? For culture? 
While Needham was poncing about at some rave or whatever the hell he and his triangular shaped head were up to in the ’90s (and yes, I am going ad hom, because let’s face it, if Needham can write a whole column in a broadsheet newspaper telling a woman that her opinions about her own teenage tits are off the mark, then I can say that his head is shaped like a tortilla chip), Kate Moss was a lonely, hungry teenager, far away from home. That her exploitation, that the use of her body for photographs for which her consent was clearly lacking, should be held up by a journalist as a worthy sacrifice in the name of art, is arrogance of the highest order. It is also, considering the cultural climate in which these words have emerged, somewhat sickening.

It is fitting that these words should come about at a time where Britain is grappling with a paedophile scandal the likes of which have never been seen before. The newspapers are full of articles about institutional cover ups, about how the media in this country turned a blind eye (and in some cases, actively enabled) the exploitation of young girls. In a week where 14 year old Elle Fanning was hailed by the Daily Mail for her ‘womanly curves’, where that newspaper can simultaneously campaign against the sexualisation of young girls and leer, Humbert Humbert like, at their youthful bodies in cocktail dresses because they are ‘all grown up’. At a time like this, Needham feels it appropriate to justify Moss’ exploitation in the name of art. Have I got it right? The teenage girls exploited and molested by Jimmy Savile are victims, but a young Kate Moss’ tits are fair game? Because it’s for art? For culture? 
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As the cost of childcare makes the headlines, so too does the issue of whether it is possible to combine motherhood with fulfilling work. The solution implied by Stylist is that women should stay at home and look after the kids – just turn over £250,000 a year while they’re at it. They are not real entrepreneurs, after all, but ‘mumpreneurs’ and all four of the featured women say they felt they couldn’t maintain their previous line of employment while having children. Should it concern us that a woman feels she can’t be a policewoman and have a child, when presumably policemen don’t feel the same way? Stylist thinks not – she’s just set up her own coconut yoghurt company! (How to Make the Most of Your Maternity Leave)

As the cost of childcare makes the headlines, so too does the issue of whether it is possible to combine motherhood with fulfilling work. The solution implied by Stylist is that women should stay at home and look after the kids – just turn over £250,000 a year while they’re at it. They are not real entrepreneurs, after all, but ‘mumpreneurs’ and all four of the featured women say they felt they couldn’t maintain their previous line of employment while having children. Should it concern us that a woman feels she can’t be a policewoman and have a child, when presumably policemen don’t feel the same way? Stylist thinks not – she’s just set up her own coconut yoghurt company! (How to Make the Most of Your Maternity Leave)