This is just too great for words, but I’ll try to come up with some anyway.

I guess it’s all coming back to the surface that a couple years ago, Enrique Iglesias said something about having a “small package.” In one of the magazines - either OK! he apparently was quoted saying,

“I can never find extra-small condoms, and I know it’s really embarrassing for people - you know, from experience.”

Then, after the media got hold of this fantastic quote, he went back on what he said, saying,

“I meant I needed a penis reduction, not an enlargement! The people who wrote I had a small willy misunderstood.”

Okay, let’s not forget that Enrique Iglesias was popular for like, one hot minute back in 2000 when he was the Poor Man’s version of Ricky Martin….or maybe the less gay version….whatever, it doesn’t matter.

Neither of them are popular anymore. So this could all be some really strange plea for media attention. Not the kind of attention one would really want though…

Anyway, now condom companies are trying to get Mr. “Small Willy” (seriously, who uses the word “willy”?) to be the spokesperson for their smaller condoms! Like Lifestyle!

If that’s not embarrassing enough, “Lifestyles Wants to Dress Enrique’s Tiny Weiner” is about the only headline this guy has been makring since he removed his mole and broke up with the blond tennis player. Ouch. Read More »

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 »