I guess there really is a magazine for everything.
I was at a book store tonight (to see James Gleick talk about his book, which at one point he uttered the word “blog” so casually he didn’t even bother to define it), and while waiting around perused the magazine rack. On it, was something called “dub.” A quick thumbing through revealed ads, stories, and photo spreads aimed at a very narrow demographic. It appeared to solely cover the topics of huge chrome rims, bling bling jewelery, skanky women, and customized SUVs with huge stereos. Nothing more, nothing less.