[guest post by Dana]
For a reason which can only be attributed to some bizarre shift in the universe, I followed this tweet and lost 4 minutes of my life.
Cosmopolitan Magazine writer Jill Filipovic seriously wonders why serious female writers who write for Cosmo and other women’s mags, aren’t taken seriously!
Oh, The Unfairness of it All:
[W]hen I tell “serious men” that I’m a political reporter for Cosmpolitan.com, their facial expressions soften into a sort of visual head-pat. When I quickly — often too quickly, a symptom of my own soft prejudice and lingering anxiety about what name-dropping a women’s magazine says about my intelligence and my skills as a journalist — add that before this I was a columnist at The Guardian and a contributor to publications like Al Jazeera America and The Nation, the light flickers back behind their eyes, along with the question: Why are you writing there?
Seriously, Jill, you really can’t figure out why people might not take anything in Cosmo seriously?
Personally, I’m so exhausted by their covers alone and finding out there are yet 50 or 60 or 70 more things to learn to drive him wild, that there simply isn’t the energy or will left to actually open up the magazine and read it.
(You’re welcome, you guys.)