I can't remember, but just yesterday, I was 15 minutes early for a lunch and decided to go to the Barnes and Noble next to the restaurant and check out some muscle mags. As soon as I got in there, I started to feel creepy. Then I looked at the sad assortment of mags, all with jacked oiled black men lifting weights while yelling and wearing sunglasses and it was just too much, even for me. I couldn't even pick one up, the gay was too strong.
Instead I went pseudo-intellectual and looked at the pictures in the latest issue of The Economist.