La Loca got me a gift subscription to Esquire magazine, and the first issue arrived yesterday. Thank you! Esquire is apparently MAXIM for men who
can read. It also features a regular column by Chuck Klosterman, who unsettles me, since we seem to share many neural pathways (we both use the word 'anyway' in exactly the same way, for instance).
Anyway. Turning past the article on Mrs. Kucinich, and facing the pinup of Scarlett Johansson, I find the statistical breakdown of Esquire's "Women We Love":
The prototypical woman we love is a thirty-six-year-old brown-haired actress from New York. She is 5' 6" and her name is Jennifer. She might have a small, unobtrusive tattoo.... you know, there are saner professions.
The Pure Product of America: Ha!
Hush, you. And what's with the anti-tattoo bias? Come on, Esquire. Close doesn't count.
Mm, a recipe for short ribs. I may have to try that.