I just came across a very interesting article in The New York Times. Titled TV Dramas Rip the Cover Off Magazines, it takes a closer look at our society's enormous interest in glossy magazines. From "Ugly Betty" to "How To Lose A Guy In Ten Days," from "Just Shoot Me" (my current syndicated favorite) to Glossed Over (a blog devoted entirely to our magazine love affair - for better and for worse), we just cannot seem to get enough of the lives, the characters, and the happenings of our favorite magazines. From the article:
If you liked The Hills, Miss Seventeen, Devil Wears Prada, Ugly Betty... I'll stop here because I could go on for hours... then you absolutely must give "I'm From Rolling Stone" a chance. Besides, what else do you have to do on Sunday night at nine? Homework?
Editors of the glossies, who once toiled in relative obscurity, have become more visible in recent years, offering relationship advice and beauty tips on morning talk shows. Many are demicelebrities themselves.
And glossy magazines do lend themselves easily to narrative. “You’ve got divalike people in positions of power,” said Andrew Essex, the former editor in chief of Absolute, a magazine for the rarefied users of black American Express cards. “You have hierarchal positions that inevitably produce conflict. You’ve got overeducated and underpaid people who are completely self-aggrandizing, and these people are in the storytelling business, so they know how to form themselves into characters.”