The cover is a choice of three; a sleek Sofia Vergara, smooth
Jessica Brown Findlay or sexy Christina Hendricks, each boasting a gorgeous
outfit and seductive cover titles. It’s the TV special this month, and the lead
up to Winter, and Glamour has gone all out.
As a rule, I buy Glamour and Company Magazines as they come out
in the stores, and thanks to the aunt and uncle who moved abroad, I have a
subscription to Cosmopolitan (check the links), each month submerging myself in
style, scandal and – women’s magazines’ favourite topic – sex. Don’t get me
wrong; I am in no way remotely fashionable (as I write this I’m in an oversized
Wolverine hoodie and bright blue skinnies, hardly ideal catwalk material for
Fashion Week.) but I, like many people, like to know what’s going on. Going to
an all girl’s school means I need to know the ins and outs of the style world
or risk complete ostracism. Plus I once entertained ideas of owning my own
magazine and old habits die very hard – the back copies line the shelves of my
wardrobe in neat sequence as to not get damaged or (god forbid) stolen by my
two younger sisters. Before you ask, all the bookshelves in my room are full. I
am, indeed, that girl.
Whilst loudly and unashamedly declaring the “#1 Golden rule of
GREAT SEX” complete with images inside that make me blush furiously on the
train, the mag also provides down-to-earth advice, 566 gorgeous outfits that –
had I the money – I would have bought in an instant, but alas, I haven’t the
money for a twenty pound textbook, let alone that pair of West Village Fabrice
Ugg boots that cost *gulp* £200. There is no way that I, as a student, would be
able to get away with that amount of money on one pair of shoes, no matter if
they are comfortable, beautiful and sporting the best heel I’ve seen in a
while. Sigh. I discovered in a series of quizzes that I am a maverick worker, a
fox in the workplace (if you don’t know what that is, buy the magazine and clue
in!) and that I was completely able to start my own business, something I found
questionable as a skint seventeen year old. The top 50 best looking men in the
100 Sexiest Men, voted on by 50,000 women, caused a heated discussion amongst
my friends and, without telling you them all, I can safely say that they were
not happy with the placement of; Matt Smith, Colin Firth, David Tennant, Darren
Criss, Chris Hemsworth and Tom Hiddleston amongst others; they really needed to
be higher. I was happy that the love of my life, Mr Benedict Cumberbatch of
BBC’s Sherlock, was high enough up for recognition (though not where I’d put
him, that’s for sure!), and none of us agreed with No. 1. Well, we are complete
geeks, and who are we to challenge the decisions of 50,000 normal women?
As for the section on male grooming, I have one message for men;
if you want to, go for it. I, however, do not want to know whether you’ll be
having the Hampstead Heath or the Forest Hill, thank you very much. Just get it
done.
All in all, this was one of the best issues I’ve seen; I love
every section, even if I do have an intense craving for the £250 House of
Holland jumper that my mother would sooner burn than let me wear. I look
forward to the Company and Cosmo magazines that will be gracing my train
journeys soon, distracting me from the Sudoku in the Metro news, or the
homework that I should really have done the night before.
If you’ve read the magazine or just want to talk about something
mentioned here, there or anywhere, just leave a comment, I'll be more than
happy to reply.
Live long and prosper,
Amy
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