Alas, you’d figure in this dog-eat-dog magazine publishing world, Heeb Magazine would stand a chance. A magazine created for a specific demographic of 20 – 30 year old Jewish heebsters? Sounds like a publication that would be around until irony itself stopped being ironic and hil-ar-i-ous.
Today I learned that irony is in fact dead, along with Heeb Magazine. Without irony all I have left is sarcasm, lack of blood flow to the lower half of my body, and original LPs of Woody Allen standup. Crap.
Have no fear, former Heeb reader! If you need to read something Jewish and hip (without the BORING high profile celebrity interviews), we are here to provide that incredibly narrow niche. Because although we are hipster jews, we are also heebsters, born and raised with Hashem/Yahweh as our witness.
Wait….what? What do you mean Heeb will still be writing online at Heebmagazine.com? You mean they’re not shutting down for good and moving onto Jdubrecords or some other Jewish and youthful organization? Fuck. Looks like we have a blogaversary in the works. The competition to entertain a stoned Seth Rogen and Jonah Hill just got a little hairier (pun intended….because Jews are hairy!).
Hey Heeb editorial staff, if you happen to read this, and if you haven’t despised use yet and written chuztpadik letters to our mother, please consider two new Hipster Jews heebsters for your blogging staff? Kthanx.
