What happened to common sense? by Donna Seo

In the following sentences, I offer outright facts, justified arguments and common sense: I have no other hopes for the reader other than that she will determine for herself what constitutes as good magazineship.
Numerous issues of women’s magazines are circulating today, all addressing the same mundane categories of fashion, make up, and men. They parade underneath the false disguise of preppy-chic glasses, stiletto pumps and capes, claiming to be “smart and sexy” or “the modern woman”, when all they do is proliferate more trash and generate more cash revenue from their selling their pages to numerous advertisers. Their names are Glamour and Allure, and they are not to be trusted again because they have sold you out.
However one magazine, Jane, was loyal to its demographic of women ages 19-34 and that is why she is dead. When other magazines told women to hate their supposed flaws and how to mask them with layers of product, Jane ran an issue telling women that they can take control of every situation, such as changing a tire of their car. Like Athena, the goddess of war, Jane was fearless in delivering the most interesting current events and people to be acquainted with, directly to your doorstep. Jane was never obsessed with celebrities and false idolization, but more concerned with bringing celebrities down to earth by asking them tough questions. She was still never in any sense of the expression a “plain Jane”; her intensity in her journalism could only match her sense of style and fashion. And there lies the reason why she is dead: her sister magazines have killed her because she was too high of caliber for their brainless comprehension of what urban women today want.
And that is why the subscribers of Jane should cancel their subscriptions rather than get issues of Glamour and Allure instead. There can be no reconciliation against Glamour and Allure. The sun never shined on a cause of greater value. If we all boycott Glamour and Allure, rather than lie fallow on our couches, we can breathe new life into the now comatose Jane.