I will never read your magazine again, no matter how many free copies you send me. Now, I admit I like to look at the pretty photo spreads but, really? Not only are the articles poorly written and the subject matter completely inane but you have page upon self-loathing page on how to be prettier, thinner, and better smelling and pieces with titles like "8 Times It's OK to Throw a Hissy" and "Guys Tell: What I Love About Her Boobs"? Are you serious? And those gushing snippets about how Michelle Obama stays so radiantly beautiful and the heartwarming, girlpower blurb about the inspiring American story of Sonia Sotomayor? Come on, not even big city folks like yourselves believe that every woman is a liberal. And, oh Lord, the one male writer you do have on staff, this Jake fellow? A dazzling urbanite (read: simpering insecure metrosexual) who admits in print he's not even man enough to drink a shot of whiskey. Not that whiskey drinking is a requirement for manliness but, seriously...Pathetic.
Between crap like that and all the celebrity-worship, I'm starting to think that magazines like yours serve two functions...to make women buy stuff and to keep them stupid.
So, make it as glossy as you like, sell it with SEX, SEX, SEX on the cover, hell...wrap it in a big red bow but the fact remains that you had to send a FREE COPY of your idiotic magazine to my house to make me even look at it.
p.s. could you please stop with the "How to make yourself look taller" fashion advice for us petite girls? There is no pair of jeans in the universe that will do that. Besides, it's really not good for one's mental health to walk through life attempting to be an optical illusion.