Self (tagline: "You At Your Best") is supposed to be the healthy, life-affirming ladymag. But take a look at the August cover. You've got articles about diet, skin, butts (of course), sex — and electric bills. Swap Rebecca Romijn's sporty shorts outfit for a gown, and this cover would be indistinguishable from
Cosmo or
Glamour. And it's pretty much like those mags on the inside too, except where
Cosmo kind of owns its brain-rotting silliness,
Self couches everything in an obnoxious rhetoric of self-improvement. It's like candy disguised as vegetables, except the candy tastes bad, and makes you feel bad about yourself. A breakdown of this month's crappy advice for several aspects of your life, after the jump.
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