If you haven't seen the cover of this week's New York Magazine, be forewarned... The front cover is a soft-porn orgy of grabbing and groping. Not a single piece of clothing on any of the fifteen or so naked individuals participating in what can only be described as no-holds-barred group sex. As if to emphasize the point, there's the word "SEX" in about 30-point font in the middle of the cover. Turn to page 40 - there's a 2-page anime-style spread of characters having sex in every possible position in every possible place on a New York City street (on top of taxicabs, against the side of limos, next to subway stations, on the ground, in the back seats of cars...). There's boy-on-girl, girl-on-girl, boy-on-boy and girl-on-boy-on-girl.

It's a sad day for New York Magazine. Sex sells, and now New York Magazine is using sex to sell magazines. Supermodels in skimpy outfits on the cover are cool, but orgies of naked flesh? While we appreciate lascivious behavior as much as the next person (perhaps even more...), isn't New York Magazine supposed to be some kind of issues-oriented city magazine that you're not embarrassed to read on the subway? Not only are the back 10-to-15 pages of the magazine usually stuffed to the gills with call girl ads and escort (i.e. prostitution) offers, now the front of the magazine has copied a page from Larry Flynt's Hustler playbook.

New York Magazine - Oh, I only read it for the articles (snicker)... What do you think? Am I overreacting?