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Buyer's remorse - Review written on August 11, 2007
Rating: 2 out of 5
12 customers found this review helpful, 2 did not.
Talk about going downhill.
I had subscribed to Maxim for about 2 years back around 2000/2001 and enjoyed every single issue. They were all great reading. Sure, the chicks are nice to look at, but porn totally trumps them there, so it's the meat of the mag that kept my subscriptions rolling. Eventually, I went into school and, being the penny-pincher that I was and with the promotional price of a subscription finally hitting its end, I let it run out.
Well, here we are years later in 2007 and I get another promotional subscription offer. Remembering the manly goodness, I send in my check and, after a few weeks, receive my first issue. On my next trip to the toilet, I crack open my first Maxim in years... and what the @#%$ happened? First of all, the magazine is half the size it used to be, but not only that, but the ads-to-content ratio has gotten ridiculous. The content that is there is decent so far, but compared to what it used to be, it's pretty disappointing. And here I am, with another 11 months worth of these things coming to me. Ah, well, at least I'm only out 10 bucks.
Maxim: what happened?
Ugh, Worst Subscription Ever - Review written on November 28, 2006
Rating: 1 out of 5
5 customers found this review helpful, 5 did not.
Last year I was offered a couple of free magazine subscriptions when some of my frequent flyer miles were about to expire. I had a dim recollection of thumbing through a few issues of Maxim at newsstands and feeling a bit of danger as I snuck a peek at some partially clad women within. Well the minute I started receiving this silly periodical I was put in my place BIG-TIME! On the cover of one of the first issues I received was that no-talent, teenybopper sister of Hillary Duff who is trying to glom on to her more-talented sibling's sucess to advance her own "career".... what's her name?... Hailey! Ewwww, I know Hillary Duff's sisters name, purge me, exorcise me! Anyway, with the exception of a few truly stunning and somewhat nude women sprinkled occasionally throughout the various issues, there is nothing much to look at or read here. Don't waste your money on this ad-stuffed trash. In my case, it now makes a direct trip to my recycling bin.
I would have given it zero stars, but... - Review written on March 05, 2006
Rating: 1 out of 5
18 customers found this review helpful, 3 did not.
...1) I can't;
2) on second thought, it deserves at least one star for having some silly, funny stuff that you don't find in other magazines.
That said, it is grossly overrated. How is it consistently in the top sellers list? Well, there are as many millions of folks with a below average IQ as there are above average. It's too bad they can't play up the silly humor a bit more while leaving the abhorrent juvenileness out. The images are generally trashy and sometimes airbrushed to the point that it looks fake and ridiculous--they could improve the quality of the photos a LOT.
Admit it, you would probably hide an issue if you ran into anyone you actually respected. Doesn't that say it all? Reconsider the standards you are setting for yourself, and respect your own brain, too.
Fun, irreverent, informative magazine for guys and gals alike - Review written on January 02, 2006
Rating: 5 out of 5
4 customers found this review helpful, 2 did not.
I've been a female Maxim subsriber since I discovered it at my boyfriend's house 5 years ago. This magazine is far superior to the recycled, pandering crap offered in women's magazines like Cosmopolitian. In Maxim, there are of course the requisite (and good) sex tips, but you also get excellent jokes, taste testing and product comparisons, thrilling and exhaustive true crime features, war and international stories, collected weird stories from around the world, and important "how-to's" on subjects like scamming free cable, getting comped in casinos, playing poker, and impressing your friends in other ways.
As a skin rag, Maxim does a decent job of presenting women in sexy but tasteful photographs. It's been fun to see TV stars like Laura Prepon looking stunning and nothing like their TV characters on the pages of Maxim magazine. I swear I read it for the articles, though!
Enough to Satisfy... - Review written on October 27, 2005
Rating: 4 out of 5
4 customers found this review helpful, 3 did not.
I personally have a current 4-year subscription to Maxim Magazine. The magazine has a unique but interesting way of incorporating all of the topics a man could possibly want into one single piece of reading material. Women, sports, the latest tech-gadget reviews, automotives, and much more are all covered. The best part, as I read in an earlier review, is that the magazine is put together in an easy-to-understand format. The humorous pictures are great to look at if you're in need of a good laugh. The girls featured in the magazine are cute, although not extremely hot always. This is fine for me, as the skimpy clothing they wear leaves a lot to the imagination. I prefer it that way. So for me, I based my rating on the magazine as a whole and not individual issues. Some issues in my opinion only score 1 or 2 stars out of 5, while other issues easily get the highest rating. So I went with a 4 out of 5, with the majority of the issues being worth the money. I recommend it.
We must be working for the Skin Trade - Review written on October 08, 2005
Rating: 4 out of 5
2 customers found this review helpful, 3 did not.
Men are Pigs.
No seriously, it's true. I'm one, and I totally admit it: I'm a Pig. So are my colleagues, all good Pig Brothers. We're good with it, Kimosabe.
Total Pigs. So are you, if you're a dude, scoping out the pouty, oiled-up, squatting talent on the cover of Maxim, festooned in glory with all of 1 square inch of fabric gracing her, um, natural endowments.
Example? Why not. I have a mad-steppin' office with a great view of the mountains. No, seriously, it's killer: looking out my extra-tall plate glass windows up at the Wasatch Front, especially when the sky is a nice sizzling cobalt blue, makes you feel like you're walking into one of those Frederick Remington old west landscapes.
And with all that, you know what brings me and my colleagues right smack up against the window---THWAPP!---like a bunch of alley cats hopped up on catnip?
That's right: Talent. Girl Talent. Hot chicks in tight skirts. Mini-skirts, mind you, not the more modest nun-like variety. Long, silky hair, black, blonde, red. I don't know what's going on in my office building, it's like that scene out of "Last Action Hero" with all the fantasyland LA uber-hotties---but whatever it is, even if it is only Rock n'Roll---well, I like it.
Hell, even if we're closing up the $25 million Ublehumpf deal, one of my fellow VPs, in mid-sentence, will glance towards the window, his eyes do this funny GPS-bomb laser lock, and the next thing you know, both of us will be across the office in a sprint, noses against the glass.
Maxim Magazine is all about that. It's about Talent. Young, busty, silky-haired girlies. Preferably scantily clad. And to reverse the old Playboy canard, I only read Maxim for the pictures.
Are you not Entertained?
Oh wait, that was *Maximus*, the Roman general turned uber-gladiator, not *Maxim*, a magazine designed with the Inner Pig in mind, a glorious battle cry of toned-to-perfection suntanned nubile flesh, dedicated to the sensible proposition that Men and Women are *very* different.
Vive la difference!
Listen: I am a media-junkie. I get a daily hyperdose of financial and political dispatches from the far corners of the planet. I have a flatscreen monitor in my office with CNBC practically burned into the channel selector. I take the Wall Street Journal, The Economist, The Financial Times, the New York Times, and about a hundred lesser magazines.
And you know something? I'm happy to sweep 'em all into the round file and spend a few minutes ogling some hardbodied little creature squatting on her haunches in dental floss---and that, plus a bunch of factoids designed with the ADD-set in mind, is Maxim. And you know what? In this hopelessly uptight, neo-Puritan, politically correct age, God bless it!
Oink-Oink.
JSG