The April 2010 issues of women’s magazines are on newsstands now. So which of these suckers will make for the best plane ride and/or lazy afternoon in the park? After the jump, we’ve rounded up the highlights from each magazine so you can see which is worth your $3.99.Marie Claire
The first thing you’ll probably notice about this issue of Marie Claire—Heidi Klum on the cover, rocking the challenge-winning dress that Anthony Williams whipped up for her on “Project Runway.” Only, is it me, or does it just not look very fabulous here? Luckily, the stories inside the issue are top-notch. There’s a tearjerker from writer Diane Reiners, who describes having one minute to decide whether to have surgeons cut out her husband’s tongue to help his battle with cancer. There’s a peek inside Oakland’s fire station #29, where half the firefighters are women. And there’s a story by an all-American Smith graduate who got caught up in drug smuggling, and went to jail for 15 years. Overall some very interesting reads.
Speaking of covers, Glamour went a bit overboard this month and put out nine of them—three with Leighton Meester, three with Amanda Seyfried, and three with Zoe Saldana, including an awkward one where’s she’s bent over and appears to be catching a fly in her mouth. However, I love the “Dare of the Month” where a staffer pretended to be Snooki for a day! All the quick fix beauty and fashion tricks in the issue are great, and the health story “Which Is Worse” made me feel better about how rarely I floss.
Joe Zee’s makeover column has become one of my favorite things about Elle—this month he helps Kathie Lee Gifford and Hoda Kotb of the “Today Show” look anchory, minus the cheese. Many pages later, there’s a story about why motorized products are all the rage—from mascaras to face scrubs to the Shake Weight. A deeper piece wonders if loneliness should be considered a disorder like depression. Next, a photo spread of Alice + Olivia designer Stacy Bendet Eisner’s New York apartment made me ultra jealous—the place is stunning and quirky, complete with paisley wallpaper and a slide in her baby’s room. And the cover story with Taylor Swift is fantastic. The writer shows her how to play that old game M.A.S.H.—she ends up married to “Valentine’s Day” costar Carter Jenkins, with 13 kids, in an apartment in Los Angeles. She dodged a bullet, as Taylor chose John Mayer as a possible husband.
Jump for joy! Allure has given up that thing where they summarize every article, no matter how short, with a “Bottom Line.” This month, the mag predicts that you will be sporting headbands and bright sunglasses galore. And I learned some things in the issue, mainly that shapewear can interfere with your circadian rhythms and make it hard to sleep (eek!) and that 36 is the peak age of a woman’s beauty. Bonus points to Alice Eve, who gives us this awesome spoiler for her movie “Sex and the City 2″: “Mr. Big gets a sex change.” Relax, she’s kidding.
For their cover story on Zoe Saldana, Essence played a game of word association with her, organizing her life from A to Z—kind of a cute idea. I also still really like that they use Steve Harvey as their relationship columnist, since he gives good advice. The magazine has also tuned me into two new shows I’m now very excited for—”Treme,” a post-Katrina New Orleans show from the makes of “The Wire.” And a feature on Shaquille O’Neal’s soon-to-be-ex wife, Shaunie, let me know about the shows she’s producing and starring in, “Basketball Wives,” which looks to be a “Real Housewives” exclusively for ballers’ significant others.
I adore the heft of an issue of W—the oversized pages even make ads seem like billboards. It’s the perfect place for the already infamous photo feature starring Jennifer Aniston and Gerard Butler. Naturally, this issue also contains a big story on the meaning of Alexander McQueen’s death to the fashion world. Loved the fashion spread “NY, NY 10021″ for which models were shot in iconic Upper East Side locations. But W has a hard time —their piece where they “embedded a reporter” in the Dallas Neiman Marcus? Fail.