Friday nights at home, rare as they are, mean one of three things for me:

1. Online shopping

2. Photoshoots with my cat and/or stuffed animals - I know...

3. A lot of wine

I am engaging in all of the above at the moment. And in between snapping fetching portraits of my cat Sugar, Sephora.com has just now caught my eye with Smashbox "O GLOW," a self-purported "first intuitive blush."

This product is neither new nor on my must-buy list, but I'm intrigued nonetheless. Apparently this supposed miracle in a tube reacts with your "personal skin chemistry," turning your cheeks just as rosy as they would if you were really embarrassed, really excited or just got back off the ellipital machine.

I don't know about you, but I actively try to suppress the blushing effect that comes standard with me sticking my foot in my mouth or watching JT's special on HBO. It's more blotchy than pretty. Maybe that's what the $26 saves you from - a more milk maiden/fresh-as-a-daisy look than that flush I sometimes got when I thought I was allergic to alcohol.

But far be it for me to judge a product that tries to bring out the natural in you! Let me know if any of you have tried this to any success.

One more thing - apparently this is my second post so far about gel blush. That's really, really lame.

Well, ladies. It's the end of an era. I knew it was coming, but I didn't realize how saddened I'd be. JANE magazine, purveyor of irreverance in the world of women's magazines (that world usually consists of bronzer and sex how-tos), is officially kaput.

What other magazine is going to give me Zooey Deschanel on the cover and tips on how to not look hungover at work? Dammit!!

This is the crap I get when I go to http://www.janemag.com/. Behold. (Click for legible-ness...if that's a word.)

















The same crap happened to me months ago when I went to http://www.formemagazine.com/, only to be cryptically sent to the Web site for Woman's Day. Ew.

You probably think I'm months behind, but I'm really not. I'm also a JANE subscriber, so today I received a pretty unceremonious direct mail card in my mailbox stating: "JANE has stopped publishing."

Really? Thanks for telling me, because I sure as hell don't have my September issue yet!

It goes on to state that I'll be receiving Allure in its place, and if I already subscribe, it will be tacked onto my subscription. Hey, I get business - I know it's also a Conde Nast publication, but why the hell would a JANE subscriber also read Allure?

I am now forced to receive monthly the magazine with the same "grunge chic" font on its cover since the mid-90s. The magazine that can devote 16 pages to the debate over cream vs. gel blush. The magazine that allowed Britney on their cover without even demanding an interview. Puh-lease.

Allure is probably giddy with their circulation numbers that are going to jump.

So to do the glossy rag justice, I'm going to recall my most-remembered JANE moments, stream-of-consciouness style:

• Annemarie Conte chronicling her eight-hour work day in a "nude" office environment...I vividly remember her discussing their use of disposable plastic "chair covers"
  
• the editor's letter featuring a photo of a subway sandwich emblazoned with mustard that stated "I will not be ignored!"...this lovely treat was used to woo a male, showing how aggressive behavior can make guys freak the eff out


• the graphically adorable six degrees of separation expose on HBO's "Big Love"
  
• The same 5 questions we always ask - what other magazine can ask the same damn questions over and over and it's not boring? My favorite question was, "craziest place you've ever had sex?"
  
• Their party ideas that highly encouraged anti-Martha habits such as faking it with takeout and providing beers in the can

Sigh. Such a good run. RIP, JANE.