It’s ironic, you see; you can tell because they are doing nothing to deconstruct or critique the original image, preferring instead to faithfully re-create it with new models and slightly different copy. You’ve come a long way, baby, but no need to worry – the place you’ve arrived at looks just like the place you left.
You can probably guess where I found this. Ah, darling BUST: things would be so much easier for you if you admitted that you weren’t a feminist magazine any more, and that at some point along the line you transformed into Hipster Cosmo. Really, you don’t need to worry about the political coverage; I have far better sources for that. Just show me how to knit a bright pink dildo cozy and keep me up to date with the newest rockabilly looks. It’s what you want. It’s what you’ve wanted all along.
Anyway, on November 4th, I’ll be doing my part by offering my sexual services to any and every man in my district who promises to vote for the Democratic candidate. RSVP for location. Lines will form; get there early.