The next time you practice a little self-love, may I advise strenuously avoiding Cosmo’s how-to-find-your-g-spot piece? This past Friday night, in the name of site research, I studied hard and did my darnedest to dutifully follow directions, but alas. T.M.I. led me straight down No O Avenue. As any man will tell you, thinking too much up there about what’s happening down there kills it every time.

For an editor-in-chief known for her family-friendly humanity, Janice Min of Us Weekly went sensationally inaccurate in a small bit about Taylor Momsen’s mother. Labeled both “meddling” and “Mommie Dearest, take two,” Colette Momsen appears to be on the right side of the issues, if you actually read the accompanying item. I applaud any mother who scolds her daughter for spending too much time on her BlackBerry, especially at a party, or who encourages a tad less chocolate in coffee. Doesn’t Min know that 15-year-olds hopped up on caffeine and sugar are murder? And that coffee is meant to be a zero-calorie treat anyway?

If New York Magazine’s online Intelligencer column doesn’t make “Five Months Later: What’s Happened to Everyone at Men’s Vogue” a broader, regular feature, then I pledge to take up the mantle of updating the whereabouts of laid-off staffers at formerly much-watched magazines. The piece is a fascinating, if limited study of who lands where when an operation is shuttered. Here’s the breakdown: Of the 28 Moguettes, 10 landed staff jobs (five from the art department alone) and four appear to have significant freelance gigs. So, about half seem to be gainfully employed, and four remain at Conde Nast, including Editorial Director Anna Wintour, natch, and EIC Jay Fielden who must be the luckiest man on the planet: For Mogue’s first outing as a back-of-book, twice-yearly supplement to Vogue, Fielden produced a whopping 20 pages of editorial. I hope he’s getting used to spending time with his family.

As for Domino, which, unlike Mogue, is often described as much-mourned, I can report so far that most of the moms — including two of three at the masthead’s top — are dutifully avoiding their children.