I have to say, in Glamour's defense, the inside of this issue is actually quite good. It's full of useful stuff and pretty pictures, unlike Vogue, which is full of pretty pictures and long articles about secret hair salons on the Upper East Side that require you to present three letters of recommendation and exchange an egg just for a trim. Don't get me wrong: I deeply enjoy reading those articles. They're just not very applicable to real life. As for the cover, it may be a bit TOO MUCH like real life for me, in that I can't get over the fact that Joey Potter's hair looks really dirty. Let's be honest: so is mine, right now. But I work from home. If I were going to be on the cover of a magazine (God forbid), I am pretty sure I'd wash it.
