Women like me...

Alas for me, in this context, "like" is a preposition and not a transitive verb.

See, I got a letter from Marie Claire magazine recently. Seems a magazine I'd gotten a free subscription to went belly up at the turn of the year, and their subscribers were being offered to receive Marie Claire for the remainder of their subscription period.

OK, funny enough that Marie Claire - definitely in the "women's magazine" genre - would be arriving monthly in my mailbox.

But the stroke of true brilliance came in the third paragraph following "Dear Bob Schaefer:"

You will love Marie Claire because Marie Claire was created for a very special reader like you... a woman who demands substance, style and reality. Marie Claire helps you to expand. Takes you to the corners of the earth to experience its sensations.

Apparently one of those sensations I get to experience is the loss of my Y chromosome... yippee. Emasculation, thy name is Marie Claire!