Wow this hits me hard.

Literally ever since I was a child, I've wanted to write for the Post Magazine. As a teen, I used to read Weingarten and Barry, then flip through the rest of it, reading the regular sections and the contributions. I remember Achenbach's column, and there was another columnist in the mid-aughts (at the very least) whom I really loved, but I can't remember her name.

I remember their redesign, which was so unfamiliar and irritating to me that I petulantly refused to read most of the "new" features, and still don't (like Alison Green's advice, tho I'm sure it's good).

Even when I'm home at my parents' house now, I'll still flip through it. My mom ended up subscribing to the weekend Times when I was a teenager, so I'd read that too, and it was evident that had the bigger budget, the glossier pages, the higher name recognition.

Ugh. I'm a reporter these days and I've written for outlets I really care about and respect, but dang. What a bummer.