Journals of gender (as addressed to one sex than the other) represent an average of the last rung of the journalistic ladder already quite tiny. If we pose with pretentious cultural political stances (perhaps by giving some background to the essayist CHIPS lippa shift), then all of sbracano information and represent the true basement.
I think magazines like Vanity Fair, like last week looked like this: photos of Biagio Antonacci LP naked in front of the pea. Intellectually remember the covers of the espresso and landscape 15 years ago, where the photo of a title to comment on world hunger was a nude model with a plate of pasta in front of the fluke. Provocatorissima ..
one thinks the worst might be over there. But no. They are the launch titles, subjects. We pass by the tragedy of Chechnya, followed by the super sexy fashion , Carfagna's diary from NY, until great music (?): new records Litfiba and Zucchero. For the 60 years of cinema and literature Verdone interview that she wrote Harry Potter.
grand finale of course reserved for the policy: a series of salacious italics radical-chic self-referential trio Lerner Mentana-Bignardi on Berlusconi and his whores.
How fucking dare you VANITY FAIR?!?
You who with a cover you like from the course as the target return and horny little women who are objectively fessacchiotte the public than that without a shred of irony, it is considered a songwriter! Well, you VANITY FAIR?!? You, you outraged by the attitudes of head bunga-bunga party? Mavaffanculova!
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