Apparently people are pissed or up in arms or otherwise unnecessarily lathered about this Vogue cover but it’s not promoting domestic violence. There is no anger in that pose. His fist isn’t even clenched.
It’s #FSOG, man. It’s sexy, a little naughty, and you can’t operate constantly policing everything lest you give perverts and deviants ideas.
That kinda mess starts way before they see a photo of some hottie enjoying, or preparing to enjoy, Stephanie Seymour.