After spending a bit of time at the magazine rack I happened to see an issue of...Men's Health I believe it was...with the words "How To Win At Everything, pg. somethingorother" on the front. I've never personally been at all interested in these "men's lifestyle" magazines (Stuff, Maxim, FHM, Men's Health, GQ, Vibe, et al.) but that article peaked my interested for some odd reason. Long story short, after skimming through the mag, as well as others in the same section, I felt like putting a knife through my skull. Not a 9mm hollowpoint, oh no, that would be far too quick and painless. A rusty, dull, kitchen knife, very slowly, through the skull. Don't get me wrong, the pics of semi-naked chickz0rs was exciting to say the least, but as a whole these mags make me almost ashamed to be a man; they really, really do. Its not at all hard to see why some chicks are just bat shit loonies after reading the putrid refuse contained inside these rags.