The magazine for the body-conscious male felt like an interesting read. At first I thought this magazine would be full of articles titled “a million and one ways to satisfy her” or “Get the abs you always dreamed of (while still satisfying her)” but as I turned the page and skimmed through the ads I was pleasantly surprised.

At its core, MHM is for men and, as you might expect from such male targeted literature, there are plenty of “get with her” and “why do women …” articles written by men and women. There are also questions submitted by readers like, “Girls like a nice butt. I want girls, help me out,” or the use of basketball terminology to illustrate picking up a woman at a bar. Hasn’t that been done already? And why basketball?

One such article advised the would-be stud to “hang with slobs” because this “can make you look, sound and smell like Prince Charming.” Really? Because if you’re the guy hanging out with a bunch of morons it’s hard to hear or smell the charm.

What I liked about this magazine, despite the chauvinistic rants of Bill Maher, was the depth of the articles that ranged from addiction to steroids and police officers and the token urology article. There’s an obvious focus on fitness and workouts, plus plenty of food information like when to throw out left overs; after four days, not when a little civilization of fuzzy microbes invades your fridge.

A lot of assumptions are made about women and men. Everyone is different. Female and male interest magazines contain information that should be taken with a grain of salt; take it for what it is. But do get rid of left overs after four days.