Back in the days when I could afford to
subscribe to "
Premiere"
magazine, I was often able to
predict, before even opening the magazine, what at least one of the
letters to the editor would be about: some
actress who appeared on the cover of the mag in a
sexy pose wearing
low-cut/
tight/
skin-baring
clothing. The tone of the
letter often mixed
left-wing feminist rhetoric ("How dare you
objectify Julia Roberts!") with
right-wing fear of sex ("How dare you show
Salma Hayek's
cleavage!"), while missing the
obvious point that, if they wanted to see
Sandra Bullock wearing something properly
zipped up to the chin, they should've been reading "
Good Housekeeping".
Of course, whenever some
shirtless hunk appeared on the
cover, the
letters column was filled to the rim with "
Oh God! Brad Pitt! Wearing a thong! Ohhh GOD! Mmm! Unh! Oh, YES! Oh JESUS FUCKING CHRIST YES!"
Sometimes someone would even
read the articles and
comment on them, too. Boy,
that was a
red letter day...