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The latest release of V Magazine was more than confusing for me to decide whether I once again like it or not.

This time uninteresting people like Britney Spears (could we please “hold it against” her and leave her with the image of a children-star gone mad and dead!?) made it on the cover, which completely irritated my love to that amazing magazine. Another complete shock was the launch of the story about Franck Ribéry’s some-time-whore (there is no other word I could describe this disgusting something) Zahia Dehar. Who cares about some bitch who pleased some ugly soccer-player to finance her latest beauty surgery? Why is there such an importance to mention this person again? Maybe it’s the fact that it did not even bother me when this affair went into public but dearest V Magazine, if you already put pro hoes into your magazine, why not taking Ruby Rubacuori instead of this blonde hump-monster? At least Ruby is a little more famous of what she’s done to Mr. Berlusconi and additionally you would help her with financing an education (in school). Launch of the story could be “Chronicles of Bunga Bunga” instead of “Chronicles of Zahia”. What chronicles and who cares in what she puts in her curves? No doubt about the fact that she maybe looks absolutely hot to those of us who are coming from the Mars but then again we have all those magazines where you could put this brat in…. (not naming any of those magazines but I suppose you know yourself which one these could be), so no need for V to fill precious pages with someone like her.

And then we additionally have someone called Angelyne, who launched a personal advertising campaign “that would transform her into a cult heroine, and hollywood urban legend”. If you don’t know me, than at least rely on the fact that I call myself a celebrity-victim who knows every little shininess on the star-heaven but who the hell is Angelyne? Maybe I don’t know her because it is 20 years ago that she was someone (and in fact I was not born at that time). But isn’t it more about looking forward instead of looking into the past? If I would buy this issue of V Magazine, then why would I love to read about someone nobody knows? Us young people, we would like to read maybe about icons, that got famous for something, people that probably inspire in any way but no need getting to know some grandma-Zahia, that got famous for posing on a pink Corvette.

Argh… I guess this V Magazine issue could have been also called “The get together of chtonic women” but then on the other hand they sticked to their breathtaking photographies and her ways to present present and future fashiontrends or collections such as the photo-story called “Carolyn Murphy for V70”. So that is why I’m posting all these lovely pictures below beside my negative comment on that release. Looking at these pictures over and over again make me probably forgive V Magazine …!