this month's gq was surprisingly thin. i was so pissed when i picked it up and noticed its lack of substance. what up, gq...surely you can fit a few more articles on how to tie a tie or iron a button-up correctly. that's why i subscribe. oh, and the cologne samples...keep them coming. i'm particularly found of givenchy's play, no?
at any rate, rihanna is completely naked up in that joint. remember when gq featured bruno on the cover and everyone got all up in arms about the fact that you could almost see his butt? some vendors wouldn't sell it, others put a black cardboard square over it...ugh. such miserable double standards. that's probably why men rape women (yeah, i said it). the female body apparently has no voyeuristic limitations and men feel no real sense of taboo toward seeing it. it's all out there for you to lust after because, duh, sex sells and we sell it by the ounce. we'll endlessly expose/exploit a woman to all angles possible but when it comes to men...well, lets allow the censor board to deem what's tasteful and what's borderline homo. unless you properly follow it up with a no homo, like they do in the rap world i so love and respect. jigga please.
but, while i believe america is overly uptight when it comes to sexuality and nudity, this is a different level of peculiarity. it's like on cinemax when they won't show male frontal nudity yet they'll gladly reveal every square inch of the lead female's naughty bits (and don't forget all the girl-on-girl scenes!). no homo...oh wait, this is the acceptable form of homo. homo! or like how adam lambert kissed a guy and was shunned from abc and good morning america viewers (it was too early to see such things!) but madonna, britney, and xtina practically tripled kiss live, on-air and that uncensored footage was shown around the world for years to come. and how long have those cougars on the view been kissing each other for the morning crowd? tons of times...sick ass. baba wawa kissing joy behar ain't no walk in the park either.
but who cares, i'll pick my battles better, after all, adam lambert is a pudgy, freckley, red-headed gone black-headed, foundation-laced trailer trash twatbag who's trying to be the next big thing via his shrill-riffic, emo-style yodeling. it's like ricolaaaaa with a punk rock edge. censor him to extinction, if you ask me. which no one does.
but, my real point was to applaud the facebook article some gq editor wrote about the 18 people you hate on facebook. it's about how typical some people are when it comes to posting status updates...the new mom who loves the fact that she's a new mom, the emo girl who is always in pain, the self promoter who is always doing something way cooler than you, the person who thinks you might be interested in/amused by the fact that they're eating breakfast for dinner, etc etc.
it's hilarious and oh-so true. you'll all fill in the blanks with your own annoying FB peeps. pick up a copy today and love it. maybe, just maybe, the generated sales will help make the next gq issue a little thicker.
fingers crossed.
