Okay, maybe it's just the examples you've cited (I'm certainly not going to shell out $$ to buy the rag, although I might take a quick peek next time I'm at the grocery store), but it sounds to me like the blurber may actually be poking a bit of fun at the slogan; injecting a bit of satire into the piece, what with all the "bat(item)" repetitions of the word "metro".
OTOH, I wouldn't discount the notion that the people who put this waste of trees together on a monthly basis are completely devoid of any satirical instincts, either.
What the case may be, Paul's call to make "metro-" the new "Smurf-" must be heeded.
WHATEVER the case may be. I'm metrotarded.
Sorry ,I'd like to finish your article but I've got to catch the metro bus.
drum roll please....
I'm metronausiated. I think I metroregurgitated...just a little, reading about this.
Isn't "metronatural" a new fragrance of the makers of Massengill?
Comte, I honestly don't think that Seattle Metropolitan institutionally understands what satire is. It's possible that a writer might have been able to get some satire past an editor (Arf! Arf!), but this blurbicle reads like it CAME FROM editorial, like they were in the offices when "Metronatural" was announced and then they all high-fived and pumped their fists and shouted "YESSSSS! They're LISTENING!"
If it is satire, I owe somebody a metropat on the metroback, instead of a metro(x) right in the metro(y).
We have a similar problem-magazine in SF, called "7x7." It's full of photos of grinning rich idiots, whose names are all bolded in the captions as if anyone knows who they are. I've always half-suspected that 7x7 was a very long-running deadpan joke, intended to trick the idle rich into revealing their own vacuousness. Maybe the same is true with your Seattle Metpamphlet?
Wait: was "Grounds Hero" a real headline in Seattle Metropolitan?
"Grounds Hero" is on page 46. The subhead is "an espresso-machine maker reignites Seattle's claim to coffee fame."
I'm thinking that this is the reason why they're not online.
Ah, the kvelling at Seattle Metropolitan begins. I like "metronatural" as much as I like "the West Edge"--why not the Market District?--but whingeing on about this sort of editorial matter in a rival magazine reveals only one thing: the writer's own insecurity. And as advocate of advocacy journalism--or is it performative journalism?--the Stranger really can't criticize self- and city-promoting journalism. For that matter, the Stranger has done quite enough work in trying to convince Seattle it is metropolitan, so ... are we jealous?
Ah, obviously Mercury is in metrograde if that's the kind of incisive wit they can manage at SeaMet
I hate, hate, HATE Seattle smarminess, especially as represented by crap like "Seattle Metropolitan" or the P-I's "New Homes Saturday" supplement.
It's really the worst kind of smarminess, and everytime I read stuff like that I feel like moving back to Iowa. In Iowa, they're corny (if you'll pardon the pun), but they're hardly ever smarmy. That's because there's really nothing there to be smarmy about, thus all the smarmy-prone writers live elsewhere.
And, for the record, our prostitutes were prostitutes, and not "Barroom Gals". They were businesswomen who performed a valuable function in a region short of women, and helped keep us for going out of business when Henry Yesler and the Northern Pacific RR tried to kill the town. You may not approve of what they did, but don't insult their memory by reducing them to the level of Miss Kitty on "Gunsmoke"
I'm about to suffer metroemesis. Someone get a metrobucket.
Thanks. I hadn't tasted a bit of my own vomitous bile since, well, Saturday night I guess. But still. BBBLLLLEEECCHHH!!!
Waiting for the piece on women discovering a new zest for life as they enter metropause.
All I want to know is this: is "You metro-bottom dollar we will" a sentence?
They're really stretching it on that one, Fixo. "Metro" stands in for "bet your". Look for a story on self defense titled "Metro Hands Off Me!" Or a piece about people who keep snakes as companions called "My Metro-a Constrictor".
o. i c. Thanks Zappa.
Dag, I have a copy at my apartment! I'll give it a peruse tomorrow morning while I'm droppin' a metro-deuce.
I don't think one could. Somewhere, moments after submitting it, the author of this article tried to end it all.
Confidential to dentists, doctors, etc: your patients deserve better than Seattle, People, and Newsweek in waiting rooms, and those choices reflect on your practice. Go to a newsstand and pick a couple eclectic subjects.
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