Discuss “Cosmo vs. Esquire: Why do women’s magazines lack intellectualism?”

I’ve always been a big fan of magazines — they’re cheap, portable one-stop-content-shops that suit most any kind of mood that strikes my fancy in the supermarket check-out line. I’m such a big fan of magazines that, despite their expendability, I hoard stacks of them in my room (blame a natural inclination to be a pack rat and a healthy dose of a weird guilt). I read a few different kinds of magazines, usually news (Newsweek or Time), design (Print or HOW), or women’s lifestyle (Cosmopolitan or Glamour or Marie Claire or Allure, to name a few).

Then this summer happened.

It was a hot day in June and I was waiting far too long for a tomato and mozzarella panini, trying to pick a back issue of a magazine from the windowsill to pass...