Tired of seeing the truth airbrushed and Photoshopped entirely out of Vogue and its glossy rack-mates, Mark Morford, in the San Francisco Chronicle, ruminates on his ideal reality-based publication. His mag—Truth Hurts or My Eyes, My Eyes!—will feature "wrinkles and scars and flab and sag, stretch marks and cigarette burns and age spots and syringe holes and … asymmetry galore."
“Simply put, there is nothing Photoshop can't do … If you are the slightest bit attuned to it, it becomes truly fantastical. And also, well, a bit of a joke,” he writes. “Just how low does the average male (or female) IQ have to be to believe this silly lie? Who, really, finds this sexy?”