By the time I was coming of age, in the 1970’s, Playboy was already being seriously challenged by its competitors. As far as I was concerned, that was a very good thing.
I was never really a big Playboy guy, it was really too vanilla for me. I was more a fan of Penthouse, which was far more to my taste. Penthouse had better letters (at least for my sensibilities) and I felt that its photoshoots were far more interesting too. Playboy was for my Dad’s generation, it seemed, Penthouse was for mine.
I had a cousin who worshipped at the altar of Hugh Hefner. I’ll never forget him classifying all of Hefner’s competitors as being akin to gynecological handbooks. I told him that it was a shame he liked bush more than pussy.
Later on, a few years down the road, my cousin went to work for the Republican Party. At that time, I accused him of liking Bush more than pussy.
Some things never change I guess…