And we don't mean 'laid' in the 'Cosmo' sense.
The awkward puberty of the media continues.
Will she not rest until she's killed print altogether?
Soon we will all be paid in 'floating gold coins or mushrooms,' says one media critic.
Trust us, this is the most amazing procrastination tool since Snood.
Despite Internet rumors, the London/New York pop-culture rag is still alive and well.
Think the "Price upon request" crediting is bad? Wait till you hear about the beauty credits.
He hired writer Michael Lewis away from sister publication ‘Portfolio.’
And they all lived happily ever after. Well, except maybe Kim Jong Il.
Cellulite-watchers reportedly dump glossy after slightly negative cover.
The Democratic nominee is shown in the Oval Office wearing a turban and giving a "terrorist fist-jab" to his Afroed, machine-gun-toting wife. Ha … ha?
Keith Kelly reports that the celebrity magazine had trouble meeting its rate base for the first time in eight years.
Editors, nerves, competition, and one aggressive former Met mingled at last night's awards ceremony.
Cerberus' founder goes on the record, Richard Butler goes free, and Bloomberg strong-arms Wal-Mart in today's news roundup.
PlanetOut Inc. sold the two prominent gay magazines to Here Networks, in a deal that may leave the staff office-less by the end of the month.
Well, we've been reading since yesterday morning, and we've got a bunch of 'em!
The Observer thinks that no young writers want to work for magazines anymore; they only want to blog. We aggressively disagree.
There's a new magazine coming out, and it's going to blow your minds. It blew ours, just thinking about it.