Every month I swear I will not flip through Cosmo. And every month I flip through Cosmo. What is it about the screaming headlines of this banal rag that compell me to learn "How to Touch a Naked Man"? (This after a ten-year marriage). This month I surreptitiously read that and "The Sneaky Way I Solved Our Sex Issue" (Cosmopolitan, March 2010, p. 130) while eating a hot enchilada at lunch.
