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March 9, 2004 #
As promised yesterday, here's the most recent Conde Nast HQ update covering the classic non-business (yet mission-critical) essentials: food, bathrooms, and shoes. Cafe Coupons! Not literally of course since no one would be caught dead with a 50 cent off cheese fries clipping in hand, but even corporate cafeterias are not immune to the globalization of that glorified discount known as the "value meal." A chart on an easel explains the special offer to cost-conscious employees so there's no need to bust out a spreadsheet. Apparently it boils down to this: add a giant soft drink to anything and you save money. WTF? I assume someone in subscription marketing proposed this because I think that's how I ended up re-newing Wired, The New Yorker, and GQ when I had no intention of doing so. The only thing on the menu being super-sized is Vanity Fair (with a bonus side of Michael Wolff's ego) which is now Atkins-approved. Oh, there's also a new "healthy meal" which consists of crudite and yogurt as well as signage for the new low-carb crema lita. That's cute. Gaza Shit. Some might remember the 57 consecutive days of gawd-awful "A-bombing" that took place in the 10th floor bathroom between Allure and Teen Vogue staffers known historically as "The Splatz." Well, a peace deal was finally reached, compromises were made, (they hired hourly cleaners?) and the disputed territory is now "startlingly white." Another source adds, "I think they bleached it." Jesus, that pale anus trend is really getting out of hand. Blue Played Shoes. The weather had been unseasonably nice of late (obviously not now) so maybe it isn't the worst fashion sin that a few optimistic staffers were already open-toeing but one of their disgusted co-workers still insisted, "it is far too early for that. They look dumb." Well, I know nothing about shoes other than the sound they make when walking away but this same person also approves of the high-voltage blue flats below spotted at 4 Times Square and purchased at Parade of Shoes. I guess Payless was already out of these screamin' bluebirds.  From the Bridesmaid of Electric Frankenstein Collection Archives "The Other Page" powered by Removable Hype. RSS. Copyright © 2003 La Otra Página, Inc. All nights observed. Feel free to email "info(at)krucoff.com" for questions, comments, stock tips, and family gossip. |
