Haute Couture

The latest edition of Cosmarepolitan hit the shelves, for lack of better words, like a bomb. The front cover featured an image of Sassy Saddles and an accompanying six page glazefest on her and her Seasonal Fashion line.

Deeper in the magazine—much, much deeper—a half-sized paragraph of critique from Rarity was sandwiched between ads for plus-sized candy lingerie and check cashing services.

“They didn’t even print the entire critique!” Rarity chucked the magazine into the trash. “I sent in six pages. Six!” She held up two hooves to Opalescence. “This times three! Six!”

Opalescence meowed back as if to say, You’re being a whiny little bitch right now. What are you gonna do about it, huh? Be a little foal and complain? Run your mouth? Write some more critique? Idiot. The zeitgeist is passing you by and all you can do is cry about it.

“It’s valid critique! It’s not my fault nobody cares about intellectual property anymore. It’s all streaming culture and rentification. I am being taken advantage of by richer, more powerful ponies.” She picked up Opal and held her up high in the air. “Why can’t I be the rich and powerful pony for once?”