
Looks pretty interesting.
New York Magazine recently sat in on a meeting at the new Cosmo under Joanna Cole. In the most interesting bit, a senior editor, Anna Davies, declares that “No girl who is 22, 23 years olf should be sleeping with a 23-year-old! She needs a fortysomething-year-old vice-president from Morgan Stanley. Who will at least teach her how to have interesting, good sex.” We found this interesting considering… considering Cosmo. Anyway, we decided to ask ourselves… is it true? Should we all just be dating older men who love capitalism??
Jennifer: So, New York Magazine sent a writer to sit in on Joanna Cole’s – the new Cosmo editor’s – staff meeting. One of the Senior Editors remarked “no girl who is 22, 23 years old should be sleeping with a 23-year-old! She needs a fortysomething-year-old vice-president from Morgan Stanley. Who will at least teach her how to have interesting, good sex.” So. How do we feel about that?
Ashley: That’s your setup?
Jennifer: I set up the exposition for you, buddy.
Ashley: Saying “how do you feel about X” is not “beginning the discussion.”
Jennifer: Fine. My initial impulse is to say, “Of course! She’s right! This justifies all my dating choices.”
Ashley: My initial impulse is to say, “I am ambivalent about this like I am about everything having to do with Cosmo.”

Not ambivalent about headlines like "Beefcake on the bounty," though.
Jennifer: Well, look. Most of my more successful relationships have been with… exactly the kind of guy she is describing. I have not dated someone in their 20′s since college. But! I don’t think that is because we were doing it like they do it in Berlin. I think that is because I am a very, very boring person with borderline geriatric interests and my idea of a good night is a really nice meal and a Cary Grant movie Maybe some Sinatra? At Cafe Carlyle? Frankly, it shocks me that I’ve managed to stick to the 30-40 range, because those guys are only JUST getting into Sinatra. So, what I’m saying is, I think you should be proud of me for not dating actual geriatrics so I can get a martini at the Oak Room while someone does a tribute to Eartha Kitt. This didn’t go where I expected it to go.
Ashley: No, it really didn’t.













