No dedicated reader of Fashion Indie should be surprised that this is the happiest day of my life!!!
Missbehave, the magazine whose editors once upon a time threatened to SLIT MY THROAT!!!, has called it quits!!!
They are done. They suck. And now they no longer exist. HAPPY DAYS ARE HERE AGAIN!!!
Basically, the “hipster mom” who started the magazine has decided that raising kids is much more fun that running a magazine, a.k.a. no one was advertising in your shitty zine and you were forced to abandon ship before you owed your employees another paycheck (actually, some employees are claiming they haven’t been paid in over six months!!!).
This is really sad for those at the magazine who were only hard working people, trying to make that publication great (if that’s you, feel free to send over your resume/writing samples). It’s especially sad for Sarah Morrison and Olivia Allin who both have no other discernible skill other than talking shit about us. Welcome to the recession BITCHES!!! I’m expecting to see your Craigslist Adult Services ads to hit the web right, about… now.
But on a more serious note, isn’t it awesome that no matter who we battle against we win. Coutorture still sucks and recently fired that Julia girl who started it. The rumor is that no one liked her, at all. Not surprising.
Yuli Zit, while still working on My Shit Things, is far from us in the traffic front, plus she let go most of her paid writers go to focus on not bleeding capital and going homeless. Not surprising.
Missbehave is done. Not surprising.
And we’re currently cooking up something to ensure The New York Observer takes a bit of a hit from our actions. (To be revealed really, really soon. Promise).
So who else wants to try and fuck with us!!! Huh, who wants some.
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SOURCE: MissBehave Totally Dunzo [Media]
Futurist, Husband, Lover of Small Animals. I'm the quintessential jaded New Yorker with a mind for all things fashion. My articles are the type you'd expect from the popular girl at school; mean spirited and ready to pour some pigs blood on your homemade prom dress.
