Esquire Don’t List

I have a subscription to Esquire magazine, for something to read in the toilet. I have a little game I like to play. In every issue, there is a list of things “men should not do”. At the moment, it’s things like carol singing and making snow angels.

I like to take that list, every month, and do everything on it, while flipping the bird in the general direction of the Hearst Communications HQ. Because no magazine that costs me $10 for an entire year gets to tell me what to do.

Especially when said glossy magazine is made up of 50% adverts and publishes smug Scott Raab interviews.