Well, it contains the word, anyway.
A Memphis billboard off I-40 near Whitten Rd. has a strong message for glossy women’s mag readers: “Cosmopolitan Magazine Contains Porn.” Which seems a little extreme, if you ask me. Unhealthy body standards, sure. And maybe a peculiar strain of neurosis-inducing content obsessed with the male gaze. But — and I haven’t consulted with Mae Beavers for the definitive ruling — to call it porn sounds like a stretch.
Your mama does.
This isn’t a new complaint. One of the loudest “Cosmo = porn” voices is a Hearst heir. She’s been at it a while.
