Innocent Times, Part 1

A while ago I stumbled onto a website that featured a series of early Playboy Magazine stuff, and looking at it, I couldn’t but wonder at how innocent it all was.

I know, calling Playboy “innocent” creates something of a cognitive dissonance in the typical reader, because the whole “Playboy” ethos was anything but that in the 1950s (and even -60s).  At the time, of course, it was disturbing, outrageous, even pornographic to the eyes of the time.  I mean, inviting a Black person (Sammy Davis Jr.) to perform on Hefner’s TV show, and treating him like an actual person instead of some second-class citizen — okay, nigger, to use a common term for his type back then.  That, and Hef’s love of avant-garde jazz (“nigger”) music… I mean, it was just terrible.

But looking back at Playboy today, I find myself yearning for that era, because it really was an innocent time — although nowadays it’s easy to see that its permissiveness was, just as gloomily foretold, very much the thin end of the licentiousness wedge.

Compare, if you will, a typical Playboy cartoon of that era:

…with its more vulgar counterpart from the vile Larry Flynt’s Hustler:

(…which, by the way, I find screamingly funny, but that’s just me.)

Anyway, I thought I’d just use all the above as an excuse to show a few of those Playboy cartoons, and some of their models too.  Enjoy.

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Secret Crush

Okay, it won’t be a secret after this, but nevertheless:  I have an old-man crush on Brit TV personality Kirstie Allsopp, the plump, matronly host of Location Location Location (or “Location x 3” as it’s sometimes called).

Apart from the obvious two, there are other reasons to love her and her  outspokenness:

‘Plug-in air fresheners are poison. If you use them you are a moron who is poisoning yourself, your family & your pets. No reason for them whatsoever.’

On having to deal with British Airways:

And:

If ever there’s someone with a large megaphone that you don’t want to irritate, it’s her.

And by the way, she has an exquisite accent and lovely speaking voice.  Hubba hubba.

Eyeworm

From Longtime Friend & Reader Mark Alger:

“So, if a song that catches your ongoing attention is an earworm, what is an image that accomplishes the same end? An eyeworm?”

Yes.  Here’s one of mine:

Try as I may, I just cannot.

More to follow.

Random Totty

I see that Brit totty Keeley Hazell has written her memoirs — at the ripe old age of 37, no less — but the title thereof is wonderful:

“Everyone’s Seen My Tits”

…and it’s being released later this summer.

Anyway, on the off-chance that some of my Readers haven’t seen the aforementioned, here’s a sample:

A fore-and-aft shot:

Today, at 37:

And in the flesh, so to speak:

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Got Me Thinking

Here’s a little snippet:

…and here’s a pic of the slag herself:

Ugh.

Let me tell you, the only way I’d be tempted into spending money on something like this is if the offer was for this model:

And I’d pay a premium for the “Sexy Contralto Italian Accent” option.