The gay guys at GQ finally get one right.

I have to assume the editors of Maxim and GQ and Esquire etc are gay because they almost always have zero clue what a heterosexual man desires. Whether it's Chrstina Hendricks wrapped up in three miles of velvet, rolling around on a bed like a bleeding albino elephant, or telling us how fashionable skinny jeans are for dudes, they couldn't hit the ocean standing on the beach. It's embarassing really. Regardless for the criticism, this here is a job well done. If I had to guess, I would think the best parts of Friends With Benefits have all been shown in the trailer, but nonetheless, when there is a girl this hot, I'm compelled to see the movie. It's almost like when Rent or Mamma Mia came to the big screen, I knew they wouldn't stand up to the musical, but how can you not see them. "525,600 minutes, how do you measure, measure a year." Wait, what just happened? I blacked out. What was I saying? Oh yeah, I remember. Those gay guys over at GQ have no clue what's going on. Thanks, Jay, for the heads up on these pics. You've done us all a favor.