This magazine is nothing more than a catalogue geared toward the jocular ex-frat boy less than 4 yrs out of college who uses the finger bowl to wash down prawn appetizer. And then crushes a beer can against his forehead.
I had a few subscriptions for my office but have canceled it as of this afternoon. If my Neanderthals want to read it, it will be on their own time and their own dime.