Radar Luv
I don't even know how to begin this, except to say that I'm very disappointed with Radar. Though I'm solidly in the demo of media cynics who won't approach anything more earnest than a stack of Wacky Packages, I'm not so cynical that I want to see the misguided thing fail. The magazine's mostly virtual staff is probably the reason for the first issue's glaring lack of cohesion (I haven't read the second yet). But before you ask how fucking far behind the times I am, read how far behind the Oregonian is. Still, even in post-hype, I may have to take up Radar's make-or-break attempt as a pet cause. The remarkable lack of irony it takes to launch a magazine that attempts to be a irono-cultural flashpoint, astoundingly puncuated by editor Maer Roshan's liberal use of the up-to-the-minute tag "snarky" in interviews, is actually thrilling. Maybe that lack of irony will fold back in on itself to become genuine irony. Maybe I will grow to love it. Stay tuned.