I used to love magazines. From teenage onwards I read them all, pure escapism. They never made me feel bad about myself, I just liked the look into other worlds. The glossiness of them, the glamour! The photographs in far flung places...
Some of the ones I liked the most ended - She, New Woman, Eve.
Never really took to Vogue, Tatler or Harpers, just too far removed from my life.
My magazine obsession has dwindled to three a month on subscription - Red, Woman & Home and Good Housekeeping. The subscriptions run out in January and I won't be renewing. I feel like I am saturated with content online and hard copy and I cannot be bothered anymore. I skim read them these days, so no point in buying them. I am no longer impressed by fashion, or beauty advice. Sometimes I read Change Your Life articles in Woman & Home or Good Housekeeping, about some woman in late life who has opened a business and I get suckered in, thinking I could do that! About a 1/4 way through the articles it mentions they sold their second home in the Dordogne to fund the business, or their DH is a CEO somewhere, so the articles are not relevant to the everyday woman because most don't have access to those type of funds. That is the only time that magazines make me feel a bit shit about myself.
I no longer buy newspapers, although I sometimes get a free one if I spend enough money in a supermarket.
I won't miss magazines if they go.