On second thought, it WAS a sleazy magazine

Is this a confessional? A kiss and tell? A mea culpa? A compilation of notes from visits to his shrink?

Whatever it is, this essay by the former editor of Maxim is an interesting insider’s take on the magazine’s rigidly formulaic approach (is this a surprise to anyone but the editor?) and other keys to success (tease, no delivery — that gray area between PG-13 and R).

We also learn, but without a similar insight, that he hates his alma mater, Princeton, and that he seeks approval from his parents. Again, good fodder for a decade or two of analysis.