I confess there was a time (probably between ages 15-18) that I used to love reading Cosmo. It felt sort of naughty, carrying around what I thought was something along the lines of the female equivalent of Maxim. It was a sexy magazine because duh, if you were carrying it around, then of course you were getting some. Of course, I was not getting any. I was lucky to get a boy to kiss me at that age.
I'm not sure at what point I decided Cosmo was too wacky to even pass as satire. I think I was disgusted how their "articles" were really just composites of reader "surveys"--readers admitting to strange, impossible, and flat-out bizarre sexual things to please their men. I dumped it, and I'm glad I did.
Cosmo Has Your Man All Figured Out, Ladies
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