Two twenty-something women sitting near each other decide to exchange magazines as they disembark: one has copies of Glamour and Jane, one has Us and something else I couldn’t catch. An older lady watches the transaction curiously.

Older Lady: “Excuse me, this Jane magazine—who writes it?”

Jane Giver: “Jane… it’s sort of a neo-feminist magazine. It doesn’t have, like, bad body image pictures. It still has how to put your makeup on and stuff, but it’s like, ‘How To Not Look Like a Whore When You Put Your Makeup On.’”

Jane Receiver: “I couldn’t have put it better myself.”

Me: “Please, kill me now.”