This ad appeared on the back of the Aug. 9&16, 2004, New Yorker. Now, those of you that know me well know that I love the New Yorker. Often in conversation I say things like, “Well, in the New Yorker I read…” about every other sentence or so. Even I think it can be quite annoying.

Now, given my passion for the New Yorker, imagine my horror upon seeing this ad.

It’s awful. It’s sexual. It’s perverse. It’s…wine.

In case you are having trouble seeing what I mean, I added some comments to the image…

Seriously, I am not some angry feminist. I am really quite a happy feminist.