Skin isn’t in…

Sometime next year you’re going to be able to walk in to local quick stop and pick up a copy of Playboy magazine and not have to worry about your eyeballs being offended by what most would consider some of the most tasteful and understated nudity in the business. The skin-is-in revolution that Hef started in the early 50s has finally overwhelmed his old fashioned publishing company.

That makes me a little sad. I can still very distinctly remember my first look between those storied pages – of tattered magazines wrapped in plastic, stashed in the woods, and passed between half the neighborhood. Within a few days of my 18th birthday, there may or may not have been a fundraiser among some of us to pay the rental for a post office box in the next town over so we could have the latest edition delivered with some semblance of discretion. If I remember correctly, Jenny McCarthy was Playmate of the Month way back when. All these years later I’ll probably still catch three kinds of hell for admitting that out loud.

That was right at the beginning of the internet – that diabolical, always available peep show that blasted a wide swath of destruction through the “dirty magazine” business. No matter what you’re feelings about the industry, venerable Playboy going the way of all the other men’s magazines is a milestone. It’s another reminder of why I seem to hate the 21st century just a little bit more every day.

I was raised in a world where “be a man,” wasn’t considered a derogatory or inappropriate thing to tell a boy. It was a world where problems were solved with fists just as often as words, but no one ever really seemed to take it personally. We were the last who saw our formative years in a world where being a man didn’t have to mean touching your feminine side. I can’t help but think I’m so uncomfortable about the future because it’s going to bear so little resemblance to the world in which I grew up and for which I still have such fond memories.

5 thoughts on “Skin isn’t in…

      • Maybe but if people we’re allowed to be naked in normal situations the need for porn wouldn’t be so great. We’ve been to all sorts of naturist events and never felt the urge(if you know what I mean ). Being naked indoor and outdoor is a great feeling that it negates the sexual urges. It like when people say you cant do something the more people want to. If people saw each other naked regularly, why would they want to by a book.

      • Far be it from me to make those decisions for anyone. Want to be naked? Great. Want to be clothed? Great. Within the bounds of logic and public safety I’m generally in favor of people doing whatever it is they want to do… Though in fairness, if people got to choose between seeing me naked every day or a playmate in a book, if they were smart they’d fork over the cover price and never look back. 🙂

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