Hugh Hefner is off the big grotto in the sky
The chain-smoking, silk-pyjama-wearing founder of Playboy died of natural causes at 91 last night, and people are either saying “I loved Playboy for the articles” or “Playboy had articles??”
It feels like the end of an era, before the internet, when you had to hide the magazine from your parents, always under the mattress where no one would ever look.
Maybe your dad had some stashed away somewhere, or maybe you found some in your uncle’s basement. Or if you were like me you only had the Sears catalogue.
Even as times changed he defended the magazine and spoke candidly about his upbringing in a “puritan, prohibitionist home” where “there was not a lot of hugging and kissing.”