ennui (one of the trendy magazines that never never capitalized the first letter of its name) was the preferred monthly journal of those who preferred to ...well you know. Not interested in this or that, they seldom looked forward to their ennui each month, but a subscription just seemed to drag on forever and a day. Lacking any focus in life, getting the subscription stopped was just more than they could focus on, so that wasn't an option, either. Still published today, each copy of ennui is universally greeted by its subscriber with a "meh" and then tossed onto the coffee table where it gathers dust until someone gets around to just throwing it away.
Thursday, May 6, 2010
Strumpet, or "The Monthly Rag" as it was known to its readers, infused itself with "all things that a tart, trollope or prostitute should know." Articles covered the the practicle (That Ooze Coming From Your Cooz, Diseases of Love That You Should See A Barber About) as well as the Whimsical - the serialized version of "Peter's Explorations of Virginia" - were also popular.
In 1865 the magazine changed its name to The Hooker's Monthly. Publication ceased in 1968 when the concept of "Free Love" really became free to all. Outstanding content and the magazine's staff were then merged with Business Weeky, since "screwing someone over for a healthy profit" now happened in Board Rooms around the world.
Tuesday, May 4, 2010
As strange as it may seem - before there was a Calvin Klein, there was a time when a woman of ample proportions was a valuable asset, an object of desire, and the aspiration of many a man who found their lusciousness an automatic ticket to get ones "schwing" on. Rubens, named for the dutch artist and lover of babes who got back on, catered to those curvy cuties and their love of being pampered. Milk baths, being feted by wealthy men, gowns, corsets and summers in Newport, Florence and Bergdoff's - ah, such was their way of life. Popular with all, even those born with a naturally lean body type, the magazine prospered into the early 1920s when skinny, chain smoking, flat chested flappers became all the rage. And because one's beads did not hang in a straight line down ones chest when one possessed a 42" EE cup, Rubens faded into the Pantheon of the passed periodical. Tis a pity.