Vogue: A Pulitzer Prize winner's take on the icy mag

As Anna Wintour comes up on a 20-year tenure at Vogue, Washington Post style writer and Pulitzer Prize winner Robin Givhan, right, sums up the accomplishments of the empress who has too many clothes here.

Choice cut:

"No other American fashion magazine exudes such an unapologetic, cool-girl, gloriously elitist attitude about style. It does not explain fashion or gently lead its readers into the next season. It is a monthly fix for those who understand the futuristic appeal of Balenciaga and the wry wit of John Galliano."

"Vogue treats fashion the way that Sports Illustrated treats athleticism: as something glamorous and in need of neither explanation nor validation."

Get this woman another Pulitzer, please!

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Comments

[kat]

No, no, no! The Rage is . . . . one of them!

I think Anna Wintour is the worst thing to happen to fashion since hoop skirts. She stifles creativity, limits artistic freedom, has no tolerance for ideas other than her own, controls our array of fashion choices and has stagnated the evolution of style.

She needs to have a stake put through her heart. When will someone drag her out for the naked emporess she is!

I suppose the Rage has to be afraid to. Hopefully, one day, the dark ages of fashion will be over and Wintour will die like the wicked witch of the west. One day, when someone stnds up to her and isn't afraid of her, she will crumble, just like some monster in a fairy tale.

[RAGE]

Kat:
I am by no means endorsing Wintour in this post, though I must commend the tough bird for maintaining that roost for two decades. Rather, this post is more of an air kiss to Robin Givhan because I love her writing - its simplicity and directness.
I have always found Vogue to be like a mean, skinnier older sister who tortures you about your grubby bras and pudgy knees.
Now, take back that condemnation of the Rage. And I use LA MER too and love it!
Let's discuss further -- I use the serum, concentrate, and I also like that Radiance stuff.
You?
M.

[kat]

I would give her more than an air kiss if she called Wintour out and exposed her for the enemy of fashion she is! I'd get on bended knee and kiss her butt cheeks.

And I was being tongue in cheek as usual. I just keep hoping and praying for a voice in the night. One that will cry out against Wintour and her reign of terror. Will she ever let us have our waists back you think? I'm tired of uising belts and scarves to cinch my 25 inch waist which is one of my few assets.

Okay.

I started using the La Mer about two weeks ago. I'm using the industrial strength full power creme. The first time I used it I scooped out what I thought was a conservative amount and it was like it kept expanding the more I tried to rub it in. It's amazing how far just a little bit of it will go. I've since learned how to use it. So even though it's expensive it should last a while.

I have a problem with unexplained blotches coming up on my skin like welts that then dry up and peel and also annoying little teeny raised places under my skin - not like inflamation just little bumpy looking things that make my skin mottley looking sometimes. Since the La Mer - gone. I just love the stuff. I've been looking at that serum and think I will try it too.

But I'm sitll curious about the tragically scarred mad scientist story. Do you think it's true?

[kat]

P.S. I wasn't condeming my girl, the Rage. I become incensed over Wintour and her tyrannical rule. I think the broad is more interested in keeping her strangle hold of power than in what's best for fashion. And if your buddy there wrote an eloquent endorsement of Saddam Hussein would you blow her kisses for that too!

I understand you must be afraid. We wouldnt' want the Rage to suddenly dissapear under mysterious circumstances.

[kat]

P.P.S

One more thing and I'll shut up, really. I have to brave this unbelievable storm outside and get home.

My husband has this gadget called a cigar cutter (he looks like Earnest Hemmingway and he smokes these big fat cigars right down to the nub of his fingers). When I look at Anna Wintour, I wish for a neck sized version of that cigar cutter - just big enough to slide right over her head to then engage quickly with a smart snapping motion.

Wouldn't that be funny in a cartoon kind of way? Or would she be like that scene in the 80s version of "The Thing" where the guy's head sprouted little centipede like legs and ran away after it was severed from the alien infected body of its host?

Sorry. You shouldn't get me started on Wintour. It's sort of like a drug of some sort with me.