For the past few years, there seems to be a weird cult of manhood in the media (i.e. The Man Show, MANswers, Spike TV and certain commercials which seem to relish stereotypical guy things like barbecues, bimbos and booze). This is all well and good, if you like this sort of thing, but this is sissy stuff compared to those post-war men's action magazines.
These mags were gritty, revolting, sweaty,
I'm sure you've seen plenty of the over-the-top covers. They were often emblazoned with wild titles like "Weazles Ripped My Flesh" or "Nude Gypsy and the Living Dead". The artwork was pulp illustration at its most twisted and sensational - if the content was even half as good as the cover, it was worth the dime and a quarter.
Let's take a quick walk through the insides of one of these mags. Let's see what sort of content lurks behind these unbelievable covers, in case you've never had the pleasure of opening one. We'll use RAGE: The Magazine for Men (December 1961, shown above) as our example.