My grandma loves gossip magazines. Every time I go to her house, I can guarantee myself at least an hour of "quality reading." She always has a plethora of new material, or "books" as she so fondly calls them. With as many magazines as she buys, she has always noticed Men's Health Magazine in the checkout isle, and can't understand why the stores keep it in plain view.
One time, my uncle came to visit, and after being picked up from the airport, put his copy of Men's Health magazine down on the coffee table. Concerned, my Grandma asked why he was purchasing homosexual pornography.
"No, Mom. It's a fitness magazine."
"Oh I always assumed it was pornography because the men on the cover always have their shirts off..."