Fair play
I never actually read Playgirl magazine, so I have no legitimate reason to feel nostalgic about its passing.
But when I read in Sunday's New York Times that the magazine was one issue away from going down, (unintentional pun, but I'm keeping it) I couldn't help but feel regret.
I didn't read it, but I liked the fact that it was out there, on that wall, preserving our right to something like cultural parity.
Then I went out and bought what I thought was the very last issue - it turns out they have one more coming - oops, I did it again - and you know what? It completely sucks. (Last time, I swear.)
It makes Playboy look like The New Yorker. In between the ads for gay phone sex services, the November/December issue, - "Hottest Frat Guys of 2008" - is crammed full of the most god-awful excuse for erotica since porn star Jenna Jameson started writing books. Oh, and this issue includes Jameson's "secret sex tips."
Here's a sample: Beard trimmers, boundaries and betting on football plays. Also, in a menage a trois, "make sure everyone's involved." Thanks, Jenna.
I'm not sure what I was expecting, but there is more sex appeal in a single Versace ad than in 97 pages of the "Campus Hunks" edition. Naked frat guys? Puhleez. That's just an abstinence campaign by another name.
All that is missing from their creepy "real men" pictorial are the raincoats.
I think we'll live without it.
Photo: Versace is Italian for "hell, yes."

I can think of nothing else LESS appealing than a naked frat guy. That Versace photo? Hubba hubba.
Posted by: all things BD | November 18, 2008 at 07:49 PM
…I’m stuck on the manage a trio thingie. Like, I’m sure. How many people actually do that? I’ve tried to pull that one off all my life.
Posted by: Audubon Ron | November 19, 2008 at 06:34 AM
You were probably just doing it all wrong. Who knew everyone was supposed to be involved? Now it makes sense. Thanks Jenna!
Posted by: Suburban Kamikaze | November 19, 2008 at 08:13 AM
Jenna is just trying to protect everyone's feelings. The last thing you need after a threesome is the wife complaining that she didn't get off.
Posted by: Rattling the Kettle | November 19, 2008 at 11:44 AM
It's very sweet of you to defend her, Kettle. But if you fail to involve one or more participants under this scenario, you are no longer playing under threesome rules. (I got an A in dirty math...)
SK
Posted by: Suburban Kamikaze | November 19, 2008 at 05:18 PM
I subscribed to Playgirl Magazine back in the 70s, and not for the articles. Back then, it was where up and coming (sorry) young Frat Kids like, perhaps, Daniel Craig went to see and be seen, and it diluted the effect my husband thought he had on the mailman every time Penthouse arrived. Also, nothing like a good Playgirl on the coffee table to keep your mother in law from offering to dust...
Posted by: nthnglsts | November 22, 2008 at 12:49 PM
For the record, Suburban Kamikaze the coward never went out and bought anything remotely associated with Playgirl magazine. No, she dispatched her husband to pose as the handsome gay man at the newstand.
Posted by: Mr. Kamikaze | November 22, 2008 at 02:52 PM