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  1. Sire, having completely missed the point of lady Kerry's gourmet lament, (and having been properly exiled from her palace of blahblah for it) I will attempt to look closer here and suppose you are talking about things lost before their time and perhaps unjustly.

    We can whistle past the magazine stand and look at this as temporary economic blip but what really is going on is a socioeconomic paradigm shift. The middle class estate sale is underway.

    The trappings of a mcwealthy lifestyle complete with designer kitchens, handbags and expensive cars courtesy of wealth perversely defined as debt are eroding before out eyes. Credit given to 18 year old prima donnas so that they can keep up with their joneses on MTV's house of assholes. Easy credit for houses and stocks. Ph.Ds's in business trumpeting the new economy, an economy where debt does not matter.

    The certificate of death on the middle class lists its cause as twofold: an artificial phenomena created as the result of post world war II global domination, and two, excessive weight toward entitlement. Not necessarily the government sanctioned kind but and much worse, the kind that comes from skewed expectations. Expectations ingrained in children who are brought up in a culture of plenty. Yet who are never given the tools to grow the garden more.

    What is next on the block of the middle class estate sale? Perhaps something relatively small like a magazine or maybe it will be something larger like school buses. Eventually though suburbia itself is due to be up on the block.

    Thee Earl of Obvious
  2. Magazines come and go. I was reading AdAge and a couple bridal magazines, Modern Bride and Elegant Bride. There ain't no Saturday Evening Post. If it is the death knell of the (print) magazine, it's 1) probably better for the environment 2) due in no small part on the inability to monetize content on the Internet.

  3. Modern Bride and Elegant Bride?

    Thee Earl of Obvious
  4. Thank you, Kelly.

  5. The 2 bride mags, like Gourmet and something called Cookie, were all Conde Nast publications that bit the dust.

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