I remember looking at my first centerfold a friend spirited out of his uncle's garage. I heard THUS SPRACHT ZARATHUSTRA and self corrected a juvenile heart murmer.
Playboy used to be fun with a long deceased editor who mixed in great fiction, the interviews, social issues and social skills. Hef even penned his magnum opus philosophy.
I think it was about the time they took out the staples it began changing.
I'm not blaming Hef alone; but the women, the ladies became assembly line barbie dolls courtesy of cosmetic surgeons and the sexual revolution let a few political prisoners out best kept jailed; real pornography like childporn, a rise in STDs including the new and improved supersized AIDS and a rising divorce rate because nobody seemed to have any philosophy,Hef's or other.
Yes, he looks 'spiffy' compared to the silk pajamas and pipe. Hef can soak in his grotto like a roman senator in the baths and not worry about the masses as long as the games keep us happy.
I got to meet my centerfold, Claudia queen of the B movies at a famous stop on a local canyon road. She signed a napkin, commented even then playboy wasn't fun anymore and was killed minutes later in Malibu when her VW hit a truck
