Hrm. Ever ask yourself where you can find a magazine that showcases all that is wrong with humanity - hedonism, addictions, overt sexuality, silicone, stupidity, bravado, high interest debit, cliques and a false sense of self? Well, look no further. 944 is here! \n\n944 says it covers fashion, entertainment and lifestyle. Fact of the matter is it caters to the fantastical - you know, the unreachable celebrity stereotype of partying all night, spending benjamins and being seen where it's ultra cool to be seen. \n\nI saw myself in 944 once. It was a double spread of Myst during their anniversary shindig. I was astounded to see myself in the middle of the dance floor with the most wretchedly uncomfortable grimace on my face. It was probably after I got hit in the head with an elbow or big lady purse. (I don't care if it's designer. It doesn't need to be the size of an Envoy.) \n\n944 gets two stars from me. I could care less about the celebrity spottings and blond bimbo fundraisers. I do like how they sometimes feature music I'm into, as well as restaurants I may want to try. I don't even mind the showcase of expensive toys I'll never be able to afford. After all, it's fun to look. But 944 can't really consider itself a magazine, can it? After all, what value does it bring? Hardly enough, unless you're out of TP and need something to wipe your ass with.\n\nSad truth is that it is an unfortunate reflection of some of the people in this world. It's okay to admit there's more to life than your prada (or is it coach?) bag and being invited to the grand opening of \"the next big thing\" in Snottsdale.
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