We've got a bone to pick with you, GQ/Esquire/Maxim/FHM/HotRod.

Here you have Olivia Wilde, Maxim's Sexiest Woman Alive, you convince her to get naked and then ... this. She might as well be wearing a bikini for all the good stuff we can make out in these shots.

And this isn't the first time you've done us this way. It seems like every few months you're touting some smoking-hot cover girl as "nude!" in the pages of your rag, a perfect example of adhering to the letter of the law versus the spirit. Sure, this is technically a "nude" photograph, but if someone tells us we're about to see Olivia Wilde nude, well, this is not what we're picturing.

We know you want to sell magazines (hence a partially nude Olivia Wilde), but wouldn't you rather sell assloads of magazines (an actually nude Olivia Wilde)? No one's stopping you!

Playboy has fallen into chaos in the last two years, with plummeting stock prices, newsstand sales and a general feeling that anyone can get better nudity on the Internet for free. Esquire and others have the readership and the credibility to introduce some tasteful celebrity nudes, so what's stopping men's mags from picking up the slack?