The erotic appeal of the Lands' End catalog

Here's some food for thought: Courtesy of Nerve.Com Magazine (http://www.nerve.com/):

Personal Inventory
The erotic appeal of the Lands' End catalog.
by James Stegall
November 20, 2007

The Lands' End Fall catalog is porn for the heartsick man. Who thought sixty pages of stylish-yet-practical clothing would employ models that are disturbing approximations of the lovely, thirty-something woman who doesn't want to put up with your shit anymore?

But there she is: kicking leaves on a crisp day, sipping coffee in an immaculate breakfast nook, nestling a golden baby and smiling like the most perfect family photo on a young executive's desk.

These are images more invasive than any Victoria's Secret spread, because they don't inspire lust. This is a pornography of regret, and the longer you stare, the more seductive it becomes. These sixty pages are a self-pity trap; any sane lonely man would do well to avoid them.

Read on at:
http://www.nerve.com/personalessays/stegall/personalinventory/

... and check out the mission statement for this Internet magazine, if this kind of content doesn't offend you. If it does, then move along, move along... there's nothing to see here.

(Doncha love it when I put this stuff up on my Blog without comment? It's sort of unfair, but I just can't spare the energy to react in words at this time. I figure throwing these things against the wall to see if they stick is a sign that I'm alive, and getting out there enough to find some wacky stimuli. Don't come to any conclusions about my state of mind by the content of my recent posts. Just laugh along with me, eh?)