I now have one more reason to think Condé totally sucks. As of today, Jane Magazine is no more. And I, for one, am pissed.

Jane was my favorite. Smart, empowering, funny and fashionable. Of all the women’s magazines on the stands, it was the least pretentious and the least likely to make me feel stupid and whorish. And as someone who has worked within the inner sororities of the magazine world, it was refreshing to see a magazine so unlike the others. The staff and the writers actually understood our generation of women and wrote for our demographic.

I never read Jane when under the helms of Jane Pratt, so I couldn’t ever judge Jane as it was under the reign of Brandon Holley. All I knew was that despite the fact that it wasn’t perfect (hell, what women’s mag is…) it was true and it was funny. And more than anything it was refreshing.

Which is why I am still harboring resentment against the pricks at Condé Nast Publishing. I mean if you couldn’t give me a job, or pay me at my internship, couldn’t you at least keep one of your better publications going despite its flailing ad revenue. Couldn’t you at least give me SOMETHING from your grandiose spot at 4 Times Square where, within its pages, I can find a piece of clothing I can afford, a sex tip worth trying or an easy way to make 1,000 bucks? Read More »