
To be honest, though, as a man approaching the age of forty, Teen Vogue is the only magazine that I feel a little self-conscious buying at the store, especially if I'm out of town. The name The Sartorialist still doesn't carry much weight in Evansville, Indiana, and buying Teen Vogue there, while driving through, always gets me a few funny looks from Doris, the cashier.
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