1. It is like The Onion, for feminists. Through some strange machination of the Hearst Publishing company, as of last year, I have started getting Cosmo delivered straight to my mail box. Each month I gain at least an hour of entertainment from the articles and sex tips. It’s kind of like a sexually charged Where’s Waldo, where I find myself hunting for ever more ridiculous “knowledge” about the male mind.
Like when to give your boyfriend an ultimatum. (According to the September issue of Cosmo, it’s when you’ve been in a serious, monogamous relationship for a year. Four or five moths is too soon.)
Or the health articles – I recently spotted an article titled “When Your Nipples Act Weird.”
2. It reminds me of Clueless. I fucking adore that movie, and when I read Cosmo, I totally feel like I’m talking to Cher Horowitz.
3. The Sex Tips. Just when I think they can’t get any crazier, they do. I wonder if the people who think these up are sadists. Check out these gems (handily complied by Cosmo EIC Kate White in her book You On Top: Smart, Sexy Skills Every Woman Needs to Set the World on Fire):
* When fondling your man’s penis, slip a hair scrunchy around the base of it. The tight scrunchy combined with your touch creates an amazing sensation.
*Using a bit of lube, make two fists around the shaft of his penis and twist in opposite directions.
*Mak[e] a tight ring with your thumb and forefinger around the base of his penis, for[m] a second ring around the head, and then g[o] up with one hand and down with the other.
*Tak[e] him in your mouth and then swir[l] your tongue around like a pencil sharpener.
*Take a strand of fake pearls or other beads and, holding each end, pull it back and forth around the shaft of his penis.
*Take a sip of hot water – as hot as you can stand – before going down on him, and then, keeping your mouth closed, swish it all around his penis.
*Chill a bunch of marbles in the fridge. Toss them on the bed and make him lie on them while you straddle him.
*Slip a glazed doughnut around his penis and nibble it off.
4. The indignation when people insinuate Cosmo is ridiculous. After that last sex tip, Kate White notes:
In his book I Am Charlotte Simmons, novelist Tom Wolfe mocked our write up of this move. But perhaps he was just jealous no one had ever tried it on him.
Ooooh! In your face, Tom Wolfe! Now you have to write another novel with a fresh comeback.
5. They put the word “Va-jay-jay” on the cover of a national magazine.
Okay, okay – that’s not fully fair to Cosmo. The truth is Cosmopolitan is an easy target for feminist ire. It seems to represent the worst parts of women’s magazines, with their obsession with a tight ass, perfect hair, catching a man, and then fucking him senseless until he submits and gives you a rock. (That should be the Cosmo tagline – Do it for the ring!) The articles are shallow, the subjects tepid, the covers airbrushed to within an inch of their life.
Even the search bar on the Cosmo site reminds us of the main interests of the Cosmo demographic:
Try: bikinis | boyfriends | cocktails | shoes | relationships
And yet…
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