My housemate Katie's copy of New York magazine just arrived. I don't really like to blog about politics, because, well, there is a ton of that already and I'm in Washington, but the magazine's cover this issue is pretty riiidicuyoolus. Holy spider vein-free old Republican manlegs. McCain and Obama -- just some bros at the beach, bra. Why, they look like they're gonna get up and throw a Frisbee around and toss back some Miller Lites!
Nice disclaimer: "Not really Obama's abs. Not really Obama either. And not McCain for that matter. But you knew that."
At least they put McCain in a tacky shirt. And he totally would be that guy who wears sneaker at the beach.
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