I subscribe to Esquire. And I know what you’re thinking. Isn’t Esquire some swanky magazine for the upper crust? Shouldn’t something like Men’s Journal be more my speed? I’ll admit I subscribed to Esquire on a bit of a whim. Through some other avenue I was able to get a 75% discount on one of several physical magazines. I think there were some options like Golf, In Style, People, and Entertainment Weekly, and sometimes those publications interest me.
But at that one moment, when faced with the difficult decision, it suddenly became easy. I’m not going to say it was some kind of epiphany, but yeah, maybe it was. I could have easily gone with In Style and been just fine, but Will Smith was on the cover of the tiny Esquire in the picture, and I’m from Philly too, so that made up my mind. It reminded me of those times I used to go into Tower Records a dog’s age ago and buy music based purely on the cover of the CD case. But instead of Radiohead’s The Bends I came away with Esquire.
My second edition since I began receiving it was a cover featuring two naked actors (one being Chelsea Handler — when isn’t she naked lately?) so I had to turn it over whenever my kids showed up. I would have never had to do that with Golf. Maybe I made a mistake. But the articles are damn good, fascinating reads really, so I am hooked. (I tore the cover off the naked people one so it’s not murking up my house with its obsessive nudity.) So yeah, I’m one of those guys who reads Esquire now.
I wonder if I should start wearing chinos too.