Magazines are supposed to be junk food for your brain. This one is like Red Vines. Sure it counts as junk food, but do I really want it?
They love Tina Fey and Amy Sedaris. I love Tina, but prefer David to Amy. I suppose it's written for the kind of woman who'd enjoy the now gone Jane magazine.
I'm not a cat owner. I don't knit. I don't need to listen to little known artists to feel special. I've always been under the impression that loose fitting mini-dresses are only good if you're hiding a gut or a fetus. In my 20s, I think I'm too old to buy costume-y jewelry, bright melamine plates, Hello Kitty and prints that only a tween should appreciate. Because of all this, I dislike Bust. It's not necessarily a bad magazine though. read more