I’ve been frequenting KW Book Store and various other bookstores all summer in search of the ultimate, all-around, snootiest read. Well, actually, I just went to those stores to kill time (because I have no friends — really), and in the process ended up buying some magazines (the guy behind the cash register starts staring at you real hard after about forty minutes of idle browsing). In following weeks (or months or years), I will be posting my judgment on each magazine based on one or two issues I’ve read (I am being really fair, aren’t I?) and how I am too cool for it like how everyone feels they are too cool to buy into what Pitchfork says, although they read it pretty much religiously.
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