I succumbed to a supermarket-checkout-line-purchase the other day: Teen Vogue.
Shortly thereafter, my Popular Science-reading daughters asked in an accusatory tone, "Mom. . .why is there a Teen Vogue on the counter!?" I explained that I was curious about how Vogue would target teens (which is the truth), and suggested they look through it themselves. Their pithy review follows:
- Emma Watson is still cool--she's going to college and will live in a dorm like other freshmen.
- But why is she all dressed up and walking down a driveway with two ponies?
- Uh, duh. Of course Converse are the height of fashion.
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