Are ‘chicks’ the only ones who see these?

Thwack! The cowboyish dude threw the magazine on the coffee table in a press center hazy with cigarette smoke.

“This is such a chick story,” he snarked.

It was 1993, and we were part of a gaggle of young journalists prowling former Soviet Bloc nations trying to make a name for ourselves as instant foreign correspondents.

The magazine-flinging dude — who shunned Eastern European cigarettes and stuck with the chaw that left a ring on his back pockets — went on to have a notable career in American mainstream media.

I’ll never forget the cover of that magazine he flung. READ MORE