Esquire magazine (Motto: "The Inactive Ingredients of Erection Pills, in Magazine Form") has a very important message to all the 42-year-old women out there: Esquire writer at large Tom Junod might like to fuck you.
In an Esquire article entitled "Why President Obama Will Never Be Barack Obama Again," news dramatist Tom Junod gets a case of the vapors while lamenting Tuesday's election results. Let us fan him while Harry Reid fetches smelling salts.
Apparently Esquire's Tom Junod interviewed Carrie Underwood, but instead of printing a profile, they just listed a bunch of quotes under the headline "What I've Learned," and it's the most unintentionally depressing portrait-in-a-series-of-mosaic-like-glimpses ever.
This month's Esquire says that the new Terminator movie is all about a scream, or something, but that the scream is bad, and McG definitely isn't a tool. Oh super. This movie will be great.
Slate's Tim Noah calls out Slate's Ron Rosenbaum for refusing to name Esquire's Tom Junod in that interminable "Worst Celebrity Profile Ever Written" essay. [Slate]
