Mixed in between the pretty boy pictures of androgynous fashion models (pretty sure they’re guys) and stories about how bad Bush is (yes this is over two years since Obama was elected), GQ may have one or two articles on hot women, but even those are one-page synopses on dumb chicks that are hot because they are sluts or they have twenty tattoos. GQ’s women have no class. But that’s not as important because the magazine doesn’t really stress women–it stresses gay men. GQ ostensibly stands for Gentleman’s Quarterly, but there’s strong evidence that it was originally intended to stand for Gay Quotient. Get your Gay Quotient every month in GQ!
Even GQ’s idea of comedy is naked dudes.
On the cover they say, “No joke, it’s our #%$#!ing comedy issue”. Yeah, it’s not a joke. It’s not funny; it’s gay. Everything about it.
I think their entire spread for this year’s comedy edition was a bunch of guys running around New York without pants. Ha. Ha. Ha. I’m in tears. Fucking gay.
And don’t get me started on their politics. Gay. Let’s promote CHANGE when it’s the Democrat status quo touting it, but when it’s actual change from real revolutionaries, they make fun of it. And even that’s not funny.
But to save you from gay cuties getting you, don’t buy this magazine or bother reading it. You will turn homosexual if you read GQ and you’ll wonder why all your friends are so brutish and interested in things like football. Weird.
Enough of that gay shit. Here’s some extremely straight shit:
Hottest woman out there (no affiliation to GQ by the way):