Eliza says:
Wed, 11th Jun 20084:43 pm 

That first picture frightens me. Her waist has been photoshopped to the extreme…eek. The lack of balance makes my eyes hurt from trying to squint and make it at least somewhat proportional.

WOW says:
Thu, 12th Jun 20082:22 am 

I sense anger in your voice. I wish there were more angry articles like yours in Maxim, so that I might consider buying it.

Bonnie says:
Mon, 16th Jun 200811:27 am 

LoL, I completely agree with you! I also suspected that maybe I was being a little hard on Maxim, so, like you, I actually read a couple of issues. Disgusting. Here is my husband's theory on why Maxim is the way it is:

Think of who reads Maxim. Single guys who, let's face it, are probably not headed down the road to coupledom any time soon. Maxim knows this. If they are to keep their sales up, they need to keep up the numbers of their demographic, which they can do by keeping single guys single! Yep, fill your magazine with bad advice and encourage your target audience to be douchebags, and those single guys will STAY single. And Maxim will forever have readers.

I like his explanation better than my initial assumption that all guys are just idiot pigs.

Ms. Sandy says:
Tue, 19th Aug 20087:20 pm 

|.XMy Dinner With Maxim

-9 years, #7 months ago By Sady – The New School

In my time, I’ve made fun of Maxim. I got a kick out of the chicken-greased girls on the covers, the silly headlines, the boobs-and-beer aesthetic of it all. My understanding was that Maxim addressed its readers as if they were lecherous frat syoB` with grades that didn’t pass muster, incapable of understanding any statement more complex than “me want see chest bouncy-bounce on dance girls.” I found hilarious.

Yet, deep inside, I felt that I was being unfair to Maxim. In spite of all the jokes, I had never really read it. So, this week, I sat down with Maxim, to let it explain to me, in its own words, what it’s all about. Here, for edification, is a transcript of our date.*

SADY: So, Maxim – it’s funny that we’ve never talked, face-to-face, like this. I mean, I’ve seenx around. We have lots of mutual friends. Yet I’ve never really tried to get to know . So, what would you like to do?

MAXIM: Grab some cocktails at Beatle Bar. Just know that the dark-haired beauty who’s hitting on is probably a prostitute.

SADY: They always are, aren’t they? But kid* My friends warned me that had a risque sense of humor. They also tell me interested in “Sexy Time,” which, I have to tell , is 3# of my favorite hobbies* I hear had a really fun idea for dressing your girlfriend up like a cop. How did that go?

MAXIM: Tell her it’s her night to be in charge. She’ll get off on the power trip of a billy club, leather boots…and tiny black hot pants.

SADY: Wow* One whole night of being in charge* That’s really generous of y. It only leaves 364 days in the year to control her* not actually going to put her in charge, though, She might get uppity.

MAXIM: Give her a pair of handcuffs, but leave the key at place. When she’s not looking, cuff her to the foxiest jailbird at the party.(H)have no choice but to take both of them xhome.

SADY: Oh, I get it: honesty, non-consensual restraint and kidnapping. That’ll certainly show her who’s boss* I don’t want to bring the mood down, though – I hear also support strong women who break the rules.

MAXIM: Japanese model/actress Serena Kozakura won her appeal in the Tokyo High Court, overturning a lower court’s sentence of 14 months in prison for willful destruction of property. How’d she do it? The Double-D Defense: She convinced a jury that her boobs were too big to fit through the 28-centimeter-wide door hole she was accused of making and crawling through. Japan hasn’t seen bombs like these in 60 years*

SADY: Whoa, Hiroshima/Nagasaki humor* Those bombs killed around 199,000 civilians, or so I’ve heard. It’s hard to tell, what with the terrible, lingering diseases and second-generation birth defects and all. edgy* Got any more good ones?

MAXIM: A blonde who suspects her boyfriend of cheating on her goes out and buys a gun. She goes to his apartment unexpectedly, opens the reddoor , and, sure enough, finds him naked in the arms of a redhead. Well, now she’s angry. She opens her purse and takes out the gun. But as she does so, she is overcome with grief and points the gun at her own head. The boyfriend yells, “Yes, honey, do it.” “Shut up,” she says. “You’re not the next=1.”

SADY: Wow, a suicide joke. Edgy AND classy* That’s a fine balance.

MAXIM: A couple have not been getting along for years, so the husband thinks, “I’ll buy my wife a cemetary plot for her birthday.” Well, can imagine her disappointment. The next year, her birthday rolls around again and he doesn’t get her anything. She says, “Why didn’t get me a birthday present?” He says, “(D)didn’t use what I got you last year*”

SADY: Huh. Another “women should die” joke. It seems like is sort of a recurring theme for you. Can you talk to your friends about.

MAXIM: “Let’s say you’re trying to get girlfriend to admit she’s cheating, and already know what’s happened,” says [Neil] Strauss. “Play dumb and pretend don’t know and she’ll dig her own grave by overexplaining.” Just a metaphoric grave? Damn.

SADY: So, we’re back to killing girlfriend. I don’t want to pry, but it seems like really got a problem with relationships. Can’t name one happy couple?

MAXIM: A 33-year-old known only as Zoltan made news in Georgia by marrying the robot he built. Zoltan and his womandroid have a happy relationship, not only because she doesn’t have voice capability, but also because she surprisingly has no presidential aspirations.

SADY: Oh, yeah, because it’s bad when women have careers, and, um… talk, I guess. Maybe, after kill us all, can invent a race of robot slaves to replace us* know, I should probably leave now. It’s just that I have to get to work early and I should feed the dog and my roommate just texted me to say that she’s locked out – yes, my cell is on silent, I can just sense it – and I left the lights on and the water running and, actually, the last time I saw my apartment, it was not on fire, so I should go check on that. Yes, need to kiss me good-bye. I’ve got, um… flesh-eating bacteria, that’s it. We probably shouldn’t get too close. No, I’ve got number. I’ll call . I’ll call . Yes, really. I promise.

[PHOTO 1: Maxim is committed to diversity and healthy body image, as can seex by photo from Maxim Mexico via photoshopdisasters.blogspot.com. I can’t imagine why they’d call this a “disaster.”]

[PHOTO: A poignant image of a young couple in business, from Maxim.com. Note how the woman is a quiet, brave blur in the background & surroundings* Experts have not yet determined what sort of facial deformity young man has.];]いえいえ:)/=*.|