I was on a plane recently, and I bought Men's Fitness. It wasn't quite for straightforward reasons, nor was it for man-ogling ones (as you'll soon see). I don't know, sometimes I need to be reminded about how good fish is and why antioxidants are helpful and how to get perfect abs in four weeks on a clear schedule and empty stomach. Sue me, I couldn't find a copy of National Review. So, I'm paging through this crap that all sounds good and right, but that must be crafted for the least amount of possible retention (otherwise, how would these magazines stay in business, printing the same things perennially?) and I'm, of course, assaulted by ads, many of them before-and-after style that are peddling things like fake steroids and cardio boosters and whey protein and adipose reducing agents and shit, and I get to this:
And it just strikes me as so unethical that this ad is, like, endorsing the body-shredding of a perfectly adorable stocky Asian dude. It's not like that type is everywhere. No, ridding the earth of one is like shooting an endangered species. It's just. Wrong.
And there's more fucked up shit in these ads, too. Trust me, I know. I'm something of an expert since going through over a dozen men's health and muscle mags and scanning these things. Since I'm past taking inconscpicous pictures of strangers frolicking on the Jersey shore ('cause that's just putting too much of my pervy mind on display), but since I do realize that summertime is chunk time, consider this my chunk coverage for the year.