This also says a lot about Focus-- namely that it's disappointing usually. But Style seems to have become more substantial. And of course it's no coincidence that Leah McLaren's writing appears to have improved as my own knee-jerk bitterosity has decreased, but still some weeks McLaren's articles are quite well-done. And nearly every week I find myself appreciating Karen von Hahn's columns, this week in particular with "Why are women so angry? Pull up a chair". I like Russell Smith's column. I love the restaurant reviews. Even the gardening page, which pops up from time to time.
And okay, maybe I am becoming more interested in fashion (or at least less interested in perpetually resembling a hobo) because I took Leah McLaren's advice a couple of weeks back and started wearing eyeliner daily, and I feel significantly more attractive as a result-- and not just due to those who have informed me that I might be. This weekend Style celebrates my most favourite colour in the world, informing me that "red is the new neutral" and I feel as though my whole way of being has been validated. Today I even purchased the hat which Leanne Delap featured in her "Knock-off" column last weekend "Cloche Call". (Which is a really tacky thing to do, now that I set it down in words, but it is truly a wonderful hat. See photo below).
So I have changed. It's one of the best things about growing up, actually: you don't have to so angry at everything. You also can afford to go shopping. And maybe all this constitutes selling out, but I am way less ugly these days, and Style is too. I don't know if I've come down to their level, or they've come down to mine, but something is eerily synchronous. Which I'd worry about a whole lot more, if I weren't so happy with my hat.
