Like riding the subway or running out to the corner store to get toilet paper, tampons and seltzer, working out is one of those activities that occurs in public space, but is widely acknowledged as private. I will work out begrudgingly, but usually prefer to do so in the privacy of my own home, or an anonymous gym somewhere deep in the bowels of New York, away from any place where I might run into anyone I know. This is just how I am. I especially have no desire to work out with a significant other. It’s not that I think that a light jog with your partner is bad. I think it’s nice to have someone to motivate you to do stuff that is hard and shitty, like dieting or losing weight or quitting smoking, or not drinking for a month. It’s not for me but it’s nice. But this workout, as demonstrated by a gross dude in a beanie and his ostensibly Barre Method-trained girlfriend on Cosmo‘s new video channel CosmoBody, somehow manages to make the simple art of fitness kind of uncomfortable and strangely sexual.
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As part of Cosmopolitan‘s recent ventures into political coverage under the leadership of kickass new editor-in-chief Joanna Coles, the magazine has been endorsing specific candidates and, more importantly, pushing readers to vote. The campaign has been branded with the (so very Cosmo) catchphrase Voting Is Sexy. Yesterday, the mag sent a party bus full of male models (and free food!) to the campus of North Carolina State University to shuttle students to the polls to vote in the midterm elections. As it would happen, what sounds like a goofy good time that doesn’t warrant a second thought has lots of panties in bunch. Keep reading »
I have as many hangups about Cosmopolitan as the next feminist, but I love editor-in-chief Joanna Coles’ mission to make the magazine and its website a more well-rounded read. In an interview with NPR this morning, Coles, who has been in the position just two years, made it clear that she actually gives a damn about heavier topics like across-the-aisle politics and reproductive rights. She also pointedly defended a woman’s right to be a multi-faceted person who cares about both serious issues and lighter things in life (what a novel concept). Emily Ratajkowski of “Gone Girl” (and the “Blurred Lines” video) is on the cover of this month’s issue baring lots of skin, but the magazine also includes a lengthy article advising women on how to ask for a raise. To me, that seemed pretty cool — why shouldn’t a Cosmo reader be able to enjoy her sexuality and still kick ass in her professional life? This exchange followed, which Coles defended like a boss: Keep reading »
You know how Cosmopolitan tries to suggest all kinds of cool, new sex positions for us to try, regardless of whether or not they’re likely to cause injury to normal folks? Well, they sent a duo out on the streets of New York City to attempt these positions, and I’ve determined that unless you have a stint in Cirque du Soleil on your resumé, you should probably stick to your generic moves that won’t break any penises off. I’m sorry, but there’s nothing sexy about becoming a naked human wheelbarrow. Watch the video and you be the judge.
Cosmopolitan, after almost 50 years of being one of the most aggressively heteronormative women’s publications from newsstand to screen, has finally decided to throw the queers a bone — specifically, 28 (ways to) bone, if you wanna get punnily Cosmo-esque — by publishing its first ever lesbian sex guide.
The NSFW slideshow up at Cosmopolitan.com has been garnering praise from mainstream media. “Finally,” said Salon.com, “Cosmo is reaching out to lesbians.” “Hurrah,” cheered Huffington Post UK. The coverage has accompanied acknowledgement of Cosmo’s recent forays into broader LGBTQ editorial content, with pieces like “8 Things Not to Say to a Transgender Person,” “14 Things You Should Never Say to a Gay Man,” and (the extremely wonderful) “My Life as an Invisible Queer.”
With wide circulation of the lesbian sex guide, Cosmo continues to ride a PR high on its perceived social progressivism. The Hollywood Gossip trilled the slideshow “will receive no criticism from any sane male OR female.”
So now, here I am, an Allegedly Crazy Female Gay, arriving right on cue to crash this positivity party. Keep reading »
Unfortunately, this mag is only available to those with their own Spaceship of the Imagination and not here on Earth. Yet. C’mon, Hearst, make this spinoff a reality! [Reddit via Jezebel]