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you get pages of half naked girls, dumb looking geek boys, and articles that look like they were written by people who live at the unemployment office.
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I loved Maxim years ago, i even liked Stuff, which had pretty much no information in it. Maxim might as well be Men's Journal now. Crap! No longer the fun mag it once was. No longer am I ammused. Where did the Jokes go, where are the hot chicks, what's up with all the stupid suits??? Thier is no longer any meaningful content, maybe if I was 60 it would work! I'm mad that I have to wait 8 more months for the magazine to stop showing up!
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One word and one word alone epitomizes what Maxim--in its beastly and single-minded goal--stands for and celebrates in its bacchanalia of hedonism and materialism: SEX!!!! Sex in all its indulgent forms from the objectification of women, to sex for selling products, to sex for underestimating and furiously encouraging men to be predominantly lecherous is featured--nay, aggressively feted--on its sm*t pages. Maxim's essentially softcore p*rn targeted at young teens who haven't yet seen their first, real, hardcore movie.
Are you lustfully into women who look like they're itching to have sex with anything that has a pulse???? Are you into women who've to flaunt their sexuality endlessly so they measure their self-worth based singularly on it???? Are you so degenerate you look at women only as pieces of meat who exist for the indulgent, hedonistic pleasure of men???? If you answered "yes" with drooling tongue and ever-increasingly bulging cr*tch to even one of my questions, then you know you have no soul and are therefore a loyal, Maxim "reader."
Before you stereotype me, allow me to clarify that I'm not a feminist woman, but, rather, merely a healthy, well-adjusted man who respects himself enough to respect women enough. This means that I live by a code of moral virtue whereby I refuse to objectify women or even think about them sexually...I mean, outside of a loving, healthy relationship in holy matrimony sanctioned by the Almighty, that is.
Be warned. I'm now intrepidly going into salacious, pinpoint detail about the horrendous indecency within Maxim that would make your grandmothers, grandfathers, mothers, and fathers blush (not to mention anyone with even slight, moral decency)!!!!
I base my expose of Maxim on its December 07 issue, which features now-wh*rish Sarah Michelle Gellar on the cover (remember when she was just a sweet, innocent starlet who starred in that asinine TV show Buffy, targeted at ridiculous teenagers who had no taste for substance?). On the cover, she appears half-nude with black brassiere (I spelled out the whole word as opposed to merely "bra" to stress properness), and her face is set in a desiring, beckoning expression which just tells the reader she longingly wants to jump his bones (or vice versa!). The interview with her is pathetically constrictive as it's about a page long. She addresses the fascinating topics of her lowlife "fans" accosting her and mischievously repeating lewd lines from some of her movies and her role in her latest movie where she plays a p*rn "star!!!!"
One of the columns in said issue actually aggressively encourages women to mast*rbate without conscience, additionally trivializing the decision to do so as something women allegedly want done quickly (as opposed to sex with a partner, natch!). Disregarding the fact for a second that this totally defies Catholic dogma--wherein sex is supposed to be an unselfish act of love benefiting TWO PEOPLE--the writer of said article is a loose woman who's not even a sexual health expert. It's like she was hired from MTV to aggressively indoctrinate women into incrementally abnormal/bizarre sexual practices with only hedonism in mind!!!!
Even Maxim's readers are of the irreparably damaged/debauched variety. In example, a section on reader feedback had an unvirtuous, probably shallow and superficial woman write in an e-mail about how she wanted to do a striptease for not even her husband, but just her boyfriend-of-the-week (because it's so not trendy for the contemporary woman to be in a stable, long-term relationship, girlfriend!!). And wouldn't you know it: while she was gyrating for him, her heel or something broke, and she landed on her face (what a sophisticated, witty story that you'd expect from an adult...NOT!).
What distresses this heterosexual and morally conscious Catholic is the omnipotent and constant advertising of women as sex objects...of course, said women HAVE to have huge br*asts, skinny waists, and be blonde. In virtually EVERY section of Maxim--whether it's the odd recipe or ad hawking some trivial product or celebrity feature--women are shown in salacious poses with absolutely no self-respect and appealing to man's basest desires. Said salacious poses include bre*sts, prominently pushed out, in half-removed bras or simply covered up by hands; women's faces in the most pouty and sexually starved expressions of both lust and neediness; and legs usually spread half-open, imitating the missionary position.
While the Muslim culture is generally tarnished, rightly so, as the one which retards women's rights and their status in society, "magazines" like Maxim make a fiercely blunt argument that even the West connives to impede women's upward mobility in society. With their objectification of women and view of women as pieces of meat for carnal indulgence, Maxim is at the forefront of setting back the rights and achievements women have gained for decades. That, of course, and the fact that Maxim really is only "read" by savages who either refuse to relate to women as people, or simply haven't had their first p*rn feature yet.
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I love the jokes they are my favorite part. I bought this for my boyfriend and I think I read it more than he does!
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This magazine makes a great gift for any adult males in your life. I gave it to my hubby for Christmas, and he enjoys both the articles and the pictorials. It is not quite as graphic as some of the other men's magazines, but it still has lots of how-to articles, saucy pics, and potty humor. It was a great value & a great gift. I will continue to recommend it to others for the men in their lives.
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