Bob Wright
Hawkeye
I took my niece to her doctor's appointment this morning and had to spend a little time in the waiting room. I was alone in the waiting room, and the television was turned off. The time was about 6:30 a.m.
I looked at the top magazine, Men's Journal I believe was its title. The cover photo was a creature more akin to an ape than man. He had an unkempt beard, long straggly hair. He was wearing a brown undershirt and had tattoos around his forearm. Fortunately, there was no odor emitted. The first page was a liquor advertisement, which were plenty throughout the magazine. Also, expensive watches. Among gifts suggested were sandals, short pants, and very expensive bicycles. Trinkets and jewelry were also well publicized.
My observation of men's magazines nowadays are they lean either to the barbarian or effeminate. Simply being a man, a macho man, and gentleman seem to be beyond publisher's ken.
God help us all.
Bob Wright
(Stepping down from his soap box now.)
I looked at the top magazine, Men's Journal I believe was its title. The cover photo was a creature more akin to an ape than man. He had an unkempt beard, long straggly hair. He was wearing a brown undershirt and had tattoos around his forearm. Fortunately, there was no odor emitted. The first page was a liquor advertisement, which were plenty throughout the magazine. Also, expensive watches. Among gifts suggested were sandals, short pants, and very expensive bicycles. Trinkets and jewelry were also well publicized.
My observation of men's magazines nowadays are they lean either to the barbarian or effeminate. Simply being a man, a macho man, and gentleman seem to be beyond publisher's ken.
God help us all.
Bob Wright
(Stepping down from his soap box now.)