I have committed a crime of fashion
Jun. 18th, 2006 06:44 pmOne of my friends once pointed out the general unhelpfulness to her (and me, come to that) of those magazine articles that have titles like "50 ways to have an extra $100 a week!", because one of the tips is always "Quit smoking". What do you do when you've never started? Flipping through a magazine today, I thought of her when I found an article that promised this: "With the right strategy, anyone can make a million - but you need to start now". So how exactly does the nameless journalist propose readers go about this? ( Why, it's so simple you'll be kicking yourself you didn't think of it! )
The Good Weekend is the lifestyle magazine that comes with the Saturday paper and yesterday's edition was a "design and technology" special. I have a love-hate relationship with GW's fashion columnist/occasional journalist, Maggie Alderson; one week she'll write a moving piece about her experience with international adoption or echo my own thoughts about the ineffable sadness of toys in second-hand shops, then the next week she'll claim that it's a top idea - no, obligatory - to get one's hair set at a salon once a week. (It's not the fussing about the hair that gets me - do that, by all means, if that's what floats your boat. What bugs me is the expectation that everyone else should do it too.)
This week was Bad Maggie, writing about "The 10 deadly sins of interior design". I was totally with her on the ugliness of the stand that comes with the TV (my TV's on one, and it is horrible), the pain of shin-barker beds and the ubiquity of annoying cuteness that is Alessi kitchenware (especially the Philippe Starck lemon squeezer (you can't tell me the juice doesn't just run down the legs). I don't share, but can live with, her dislike of knotty pine. But not this! ( This is madness )
The Good Weekend is the lifestyle magazine that comes with the Saturday paper and yesterday's edition was a "design and technology" special. I have a love-hate relationship with GW's fashion columnist/occasional journalist, Maggie Alderson; one week she'll write a moving piece about her experience with international adoption or echo my own thoughts about the ineffable sadness of toys in second-hand shops, then the next week she'll claim that it's a top idea - no, obligatory - to get one's hair set at a salon once a week. (It's not the fussing about the hair that gets me - do that, by all means, if that's what floats your boat. What bugs me is the expectation that everyone else should do it too.)
This week was Bad Maggie, writing about "The 10 deadly sins of interior design". I was totally with her on the ugliness of the stand that comes with the TV (my TV's on one, and it is horrible), the pain of shin-barker beds and the ubiquity of annoying cuteness that is Alessi kitchenware (especially the Philippe Starck lemon squeezer (you can't tell me the juice doesn't just run down the legs). I don't share, but can live with, her dislike of knotty pine. But not this! ( This is madness )