I swear, humanity just has this tendency to form into gangs. Doesn’t matter . . . gangs, tribes, cliques, you name it. And there always has to be a magazine about it.
I haven’t been in Japan since July but somehow one of the magazines I bought on the plane is still floating around . . . “Vegetarian Summer”!
Actually, it’s quite interesting, the recipes are great, but it brought me to thinking about what magazines gangs would have . . . the Bloods and the Crips would have their own, well-styled ‘zines (well, can’t call them MAGAZINES) and instead of the usual “100 Fresh New Flavors For Summer” and “Foods You Never Knew You Could Make” you’d have “Massimize Yo Drive-By” . . . How To Beat Yo Ho Wit’ No Marks Visibles” . . .
Of course they’d be competing, each editor trying to outdo the other . . . and on many levels, they’d probably be shooting at each other, part time.
“Why Da Snoop Got Pinched: A True Story”. “Why Da Crips Keeps on Liesing Bout the Devon Hit.”
Hmm . . sure beats “Pick and Mix BBQ.”