Filed under: in praise of athletic beauty, starfucking | Tags: Joe Montana, Roberto Duran
Ahhh, the eighties. A decade I have some mild nostalgia for because I watched a lot of it happening on TV when I was little. At the same time it was a really dark time in history, what with Reaganism and whatnot. Cable TV and VCRs meant people had greater access to the media they selected, and all of a sudden it was no longer okay to publish a magazine that didn’t have a famous person on the cover. And if they did want to, for some reason, it had to be something “meaningful” like a trashy story about drugs or gambling or something–the publishing world’s equivalent of A Very Special Episode of Growing Pains or My 2 Dads. So goodbye to arty renderings of race cars and hello to cover after cover of college football touchdowns and photos depicting the steroid problem. It’s really depressing for those of us who just want to look at hunky men while we’re in the checkout lane. I mean, if the athletes are wearing helmets and kind of far away, it’s harder to imagine yourself slipping into the quarterback’s tight white pants. (more…)
