Last week, a little known Brit quarterly called Port Magazine sparked a media firestorm with a cover that not-so-subtly suggested that women's magazines (versus general interest and men's magazines) are light and fluffy outlets incapable of serious journalism, the publishing equivalent of a Krispy Kreme.

We at Marie Claire, of course, beg to differ.

Since Marie Claire's stateside debut in 1994 (it was originally a French mag), we have carved out a strong and enduring reputation for hard-hitting, relevant coverage of issues that matter to women. We've always maintained that modern, sophisticated women are as eager to read about fashion and beauty as they are about, say, breast cancer charity scams, a subject that earned us a National Magazine Award nomination. (We lost out to The New Yorker on that one, but we're looking forward to going toe-to-toe with Remnick again—soon.) Our reporting chops are evident each and every month, whether we tackle North Korean prison camps or gun violence or the simmering tensions among different generations of women in the workplace.

But don't take our work for it. Open up any issue of Marie Claire and see for yourself. #womenatlength

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