There’s a thread from November called What’s the strangest/stupidest magazine you’ve ever read? However, all the mags mentioned in that thread are off-beat or hobbyist magazines, like Humiliated Transvestite. I want to talk about mainstream publications, sold at every newsstand across this fair nation.
My nominee is Yankee, for the relentless way they push the whole “Yankee/New England” myth. (Their website is even http://www.newengland.com/, like they personally embody the entire New England experience.) “Yes, this is how life really is, Down East.” The non-stop stream of interviews with crusty old lobstermen and picturesque eel fisherman, “real” lumbermen, honest Yankee dairy tanker drivers, that sort of thing. What about the unemployed “Yankee” carpenter in Springfield, reduced to doing kitchen remodeling in the new suburbs? What about the lobstermen who couldn’t make a living and got jobs at the paper mill? Are there no welfare mothers in scenic Concord, Massachusetts? Has there ever been a Fall Foliage Season which could fairly be characterized as “sucky”? Not on your tintype, George.
And then the nauseatingly quaint stories, like the one about a Chippendale desk in a New England bed and breakfast, whose secret drawer was found to contain a love letter from 100 years ago, so instead of saying, “Oh, an old letter” and throwing it away, they leave it there and everybody who stays in that room has to add a letter to the collection. Glarg.
And I love the ads in the back. Everything is “authentic Yankee” this and that. Rocking chairs, molded resin collectibles (lighthouses mainly), house slippers.
All in all, a real treat as bathroom reading material.
P.S. I am perfectly aware that “one man’s meat is another man’s poison”, so in this thread, let’s call a moritorium on “how DARE you say that about my favorite magazine?” posts, okay?