Ten years ago I was standing in the magazine section of a bookstore and I was slapped in the face with a reality that I quite frankly hated. It was the first time in my life that my self confidence was that high and I ate it up. But on this particular day, I was not feeling too hot about myself. It was a rainy Saturday afternoon and I had just gotten off of work. Normally on a Saturday, the beginning of my weekend after work meant going home, taking a nap, then getting all dolled up for a night out on the town. This night, I wanted to grab some magazines, look at hot guys and eat some greasy chinese and stay in bed.
I found myself standing in the middle of the magazine section totally blown away by what I was seeing. The men’s section. Nothing but gorgeous, scantily clad women, perfectly airbrushed, hair and makeup absolutely stunning containing articles about who the hot, new young girl on the big screen is. The womens section. Nothing but gorgeous, scantily clad women, perfectly airbrushed, hair and makeup absolutely stunning containing articles about how to please my man in bed, how to starve myself and lose weight and modeled clothes that were insanely out of a normal girls budget.
I was pissed. Forget the magazine content for just a minute. The pictures. Where were the hot guys? Where were 6 pack abs, sexy smiles and V-things for me to stare at while I read about giving the perfect blow job? Why did I have to read about all of these unimportant things (I know blow jobs are important, but stay with me) and stare at beautiful woman. The men get to read fantastic, pretty logical and fascinating articles while staring at unattainable girls, so why can’t we do the same. While I am reading about eating brown rice and spinach while I do 4 hours of intense pilates to get those perfect abs myself, why can’t I stare at Channing Tatum? I mean wouldn’t looking at him, letting my fantasies about my new perfect body on top of his actually motivate me more?
So now back to the present. It has been 10 years and still no change. The main difference is now is that we have access to more of these magazines online. Another change I have noticed is that there are more hot guys on covers of men’s magazines. Which is lame because they aren’t asking the burning questions to these guys that us women really want to know. I really don’t care where Justin Timberlake buys his suits and sneakers. I want to know what his go to move in the sac is.
So after years of hoping someone out there would see this problem and rectify it, I have decided to take it on myself. This online magazine I am creating is dedicated to the real ladies out there who wants some practical sound advice. From budgeting in this economy to reading about real women who are out in our communities making a difference. From advice to a mom who has to work and contribute and can’t stop her life for a nap schedule to realistic weight loss advice and goals. Ways for us to become more spiritual in this crazy world and sex tips about pleasing OURSELVES! But most importantly, we are going to celebrate men. There are too many out there who have gone under the radar and that must stop. I want girls to come to my page and learn actual ways to enhance their lives while they are staring at nothing but hot boys. We deserve it and they deserve to be celebrated. I plan to dive into this full force and uncover hotties from all over. Not just the ones we already think about when we are with our magic bullets. Oh Mark Walberg. But also the Ryan Kwantens, the Paul Banks, the Henry Cavills, the Jon Lajoies and the Tom Wellings. (side note, not to toot my own horn, but I have had the pleasure of making out with one of those hotties!)
I don’t consider myself an expert at anything. But I do know that I am great at seeing beauty. In men and in woman. Inside and out. I also know that hot guys are something I have been following closely since I was a kid. And now it is time for us girls to start talking about it. And hey, maybe I really am just a grown up teeny bopper deep down inside, but I can’t imagine I am the only one. I want us girls to have the pleasure of what men have had for years and years. Realistic ways of becoming our best self by peeling back the true layers of what we are and where we want to be. And of course, peeling back layers of clothes from men!