And now for a topic inspired by a recent thread. David Zinczenko, the Men's Health/Eat This, Not That guy, is:
• a gigantic capital-D douche.
• not a douche.
Please explain your vote.
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Ha ha ha!
Just type his name in the search field at Gawker for Exhibits A-Z! Oh what the hell... here.
"Do you read EVERY piece of copy in the magazine?."
"Yes, we read everything."
That, my friends, is two media professionals talking shop at a very high level, and one of them just sold a company for $10 million.
ABS! Prostates! ABS! Prostates! ABS! Prostates!
Sorry, I stopped at the cover of the latest issue and didn't read any further.
I know this will probably make me sound like a snob, but his whole "Eat This, Not That" concept is based on the fact that Americans will only eat crap—he's just telling them which crap to eat.
Douche.
Giant douche. To make some snide comment about how he isn't making as much money as his cover model when the rest of the world's print media employees are clinging to their jobs is just ridiculous.
I find it hard to believe he isn't making as much as Paul Walker. Then again, I found it hard to believe that guy on the cover was Paul Walker.
Far, er, douchier was the claim about his mag treating celebrities differently than all the others--Men's Health wants them to tell you how to run your life! And asks them fewer questions! And prints fewer words! On the other hand, maybe that's a blessing. I'd much rather see a photo of Eric Bana and his bitchin' ride than hear his thoughts on carb intake.
I think we're confusing narcissism (the Beckhams, A-Rod, Madonna, Paris Hilton, the tool who wrote "he's not that into you") with true d-bags (Jeremy Piven, the Gottis, Dane Cook, Cris Angel, Spencer Pratt...)
While D-bags believe the sun shines just to illuminate their awesomeness, narcissista wholeheartedly believe the sun should beg for their permission before shining
Either way I respond, I'm about to use the word "douche" in my first comment! Yay! Douche. I read a lot of magazines, including those geared towards men, esp. Esquire and GQ. But this magazine is useless. Every now and then, when I'm feeling particularly bad about myself and the six pack (of beer) I'm carrying at the Publix, I get sucked into buying one of these. There's no content in it. Completely vapid. Then I get angry that I bought it, and feel like a douche myself.