Adventures in magazines...
My first adventures began plotting through the pages of the normal fashion and beauty, girly magazines....and then...I tackled Maxim. and it was fantastic. Aside from the whole "how do you turn a fox into an elephant?-marry her"-mentality, it was versatile, fun, and all inclusive...and...there are just as many intimidating scantily clad women in women's magazines as there were in there, except in women's magazines, most of them are ridiculously thinner. So this got me thinking, while women are reading four page spreads on nail polish and how to get a realistic fake tan, and "inspirational stories," guys get a magazine that has jokes, current events, useful information (like the opening monologue of the A-team, and the mob families in the Godfather), cars and fun toys...and instead of "how to lose 87 pounds in 3 hours" they get "how to get the most testicle rocking from your sound system." What if I want testicle rocking while watching TV and eating noodles and drinking root beer floats?
So what I'm suggesting is that if all guys skimmed Cosmopolitan every now and again, and all girls skimmed Maxim, guys would have a better understanding of why girls are so insecure, have to work to be well informed, have a fix-it tip for every hygiene problem, and have a distorted and critical view of what is attractive; and girls would understand why guys have quirky information, think they know everything, only occasionally cuddle, and stare at the ass of every pedestrian that looks remotely female. (Although, I read this was because guys have not as good peripheral vision, and females do it too except it's less obvious, though this may just be girly magazine propaganda to make us feel better about ourselves.)
But whatever...