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Here's the thing. We don't read Esquire magazine for the articles. That is to say, we read it not as readers, but as thinkers: We read it and think, wow, who reads this stuff?

And yet sometimes, when we're reading-but-not-reading Esquire and feeling all proud for not believing that "real" men date models and drive penis cars and worry about their self-love techniques, we find ourselves suddenly in sync with the Esquire intellectual aesthetic. To wit: The naming of Andre 3000 as Esquire's best dressed man in the world. But even more so, also from the September issue, we were pleasantly surprised to read this entry among the "seven most remarkable things in culture this month":

Least believable trend: Fat guys and their hot wives on CBS.

Like, yeah! The schlubby guy-tacky gal thing is everywhere, not just on the aforementioned unwatchable TV shows (King of Queens, Still Standing, and Center of the Universe). See, for example, FX's DVD on TV; every episode of Celebrity Poker Showdown; and pretty much any beer commercial. Which may explain why the only things you'll see on the TV in the BOBW staff rec room are baseball, Le Journal, Buffy and Angel reruns, and Stargate. Say what you want about Richard Dean Anderson, but he's no Kevin James.