It is a running joke (though not funny ha ha) that women buy women's magazines in order to feel bad about themselves, look at clothes they can't afford draped on models and actresses they don't (and won't ever) look like, reading the never-tired diet plans (New Year, New You article anybody?) and covet beautiful trinkets to decorate the flat they don't own.
OK, fine, it could be argued that these magazines are intended to be aspirational. If you don't want to feel like a flop, don't buy them. Sorted.
Hey, why don't you take your fat ass down to the cinema instead with all that magazine money you saved? That way you can watch beautiful young actress after beautiful young actress falling over herself trying to attract a man twice her age and (let's be really shallow here, for argument's sake) not half as good looking as she.
Because in Hollywood that's a woman's lot, work hard to look beautiful, stay young and get what you're given. Provided you say please first.
BUT! Times they are a-changing and in the name of progress (i.e.: capitalism) men have been forced to ask: "Can people see my pores from here?," or "Do I look tired?" or worst of all, "Does my skin need... recharging?"
Those man shelves at the chemist's have started to fill with pots of rehydrator (never moisturiser), facial scuffs (never facial scrubs) and soothing balms for after shaving. You know what the really sad thing about that is? If men's grooming is going to be all about soothing then the biggest joke in Home Alone is going to be lost on the next generation. LOST.