GQ forgets the meaning of the world "Gentleman"...

So everyone has silly, secret pleasures that they indulge in right? Nothing really bad or harmful, mind you. A giant pastry eaten in the car before you pick up the kids. Some inane technological gadget that falls firmly into the toy category. A Celine Dion song downloaded from iTunes. Alright, the Celine Dion could be considered both bad and harmful but you get my drift...right?

For me it's GQ magazine, or at least it was. Why, you ask, would a plump middle aged guy that buys most of his clothes from Kohls bother reading a fashion magazine for men? That's a dynamite question to which I have no answer other than in my dreams I am a well built, suave character with a budget for jeans that are not of the Big Yank variety. I enjoy reading GQ, even though I often find their politics and hedonistic bent tired and uninteresting.

That said, they have crossed the line by joining the current frenzy of Catholic bashing, or more specifically Pope bashing. Isn't it bad enough that we, as a society, have to endure Bill Maher and his condescending brand of humorless comedy? Now we have Gentlemen's Quarterly pontificating on the Pontiff. What gives? Do we really need some "dude" pausing his Harold and Kumar DVD to fill us in on his frighteningly uneducated thoughts about the Pope? Please....tell me what kind of shirt looks good with my argyle socks...tell me what cologne to wear if I'm going to be at the beach on a humid day...I'll even accept you telling me what a great President Barack Obama is...again...and again....and again. I would ask, however, that you not take shots at my religion or religious leaders in a failed attempt at comedy. Lame does not begin to describe this latest sophomoric rant.

You can find the link on the bottom of the page:
http://men.style.com/gq/features

I'm not sure if writing a letter or starting a boycott is worth the effort as jaded, hip people don't seem to be interested in opinions outside their own ranks. Perhaps the best thing to do would be to wear a plaid, polyester suit while mock reading an issue of GQ in a public and trendy place. Sadly, as I am an uninteresting everyman I don't know of any trendy places. Is Studio 54 still around?

I don't know. I'm outraged...but not surprised.