Mary Louise Parker is in this months Esquire magazine, and you have to hand it to the foppish dandies over there, because they've once again managed to describe a super hot naked girl in the gayest way possible.
A few times now you've given Esquire your image - your long platinum neck, your deep Guinness eyes staring out from the photos, your movie-star nose, twitched a little, your long body lounging on our pages.
I have no idea what Lord Queerington is talking about, but that's nothing new with Esquire and GQ. They should rename those magazines Restraining Order Digest and Exfoliating Weekly because that's all they ever fucking talk about. A magazine about socks and truffle oil for guys is about as useful as a fantasy football guide for girls. Oh, what's that Esquire? Brooches? For men? Ohhh, do I dare?!?!