I know that your mother, at least if she was anything like mine, frequently told you that it wasn’t nice to garner enjoyment from the misfortunes of others. And normally I’d agree, but the news that senior staff at US Vogue have been told to give up their town cars and start riding the subway as a cost-cutting measure surely has to be greeted with a certain amount of unrestrained, though thoroughly evil, glee.
This devilish delight is probably caused by the knowledge that the recession is finally creating discomfort at a publication whose pages eulogized over $800 a night spas, and which suggested gardening in $2,000 dresses while the rest of us were trying to decide whether we could “splurge” on something from the Gap.
Who knows, maybe a little run of the mill commuting will add a touch of reality to Vogue’s pages. At the very least, it’s implanted the mental image of Anna Wintour (paper coffee cup in one hand, slightly sticky subway pole in the other) grimly attempting to get from point A to B in our heads. Tell me the truth, hasn’t that made your day a little brighter? (Answer honestly, I won’t tell your mother).