#hugh hefner
just a reminder that hugh hefner leaked marilyn monroe’s nudes, which she then had to apologize to society for, and only she was shamed, and it could have ruined her entire career, and then after she died, he paid thousands so his grave could be beside hers, so he could further claim ownership and victimize her even after death
he also called the drugs he made his bunnies take “thigh spreaders” and would pass these drugged women around to all types of men at his parties, including bill cosby. hugh was even question after being directly accused of helping bill r*pe one of his victims
it was a fire-able offence to gain more than 5lbs of their hiring weight, which hugh used to help pit the girls against each other for constant in-fighting until it was time for the nightly drug induced orgy
just a few lil facts, but you know… “what an icon!”
rot in pieces hugh
Playboy in Zukunft ohne nackte Frauen?
Wahnsinn: Die US Version des Männermagazins Playboy wird ab März keine nackten Damen mehr enthalten.
Zu verdanken ist das einerseits der Prüderie von Facebook & Co, sowie laut Hugh Hefner der angeblichen Übermacht aus dem Internet, wo man sich nackte Mädels haufenweise kostenlos anschauen kann.
Dann wird sich zeigen, wer das Magazin tatsächlich nur wegen der spannenden Artikel kauft.
Aber können Playboy Fotos denn wirklich mit den Internet-Pornos verglichen werden?
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HUGH HEFNER, 1926-2017
Hugh Hefner, millionaire libertine, child of sexually repressed Methodists, and father of a generation of men’s magazines, has died at 91. With the golden age of Playboy long gone by the time I would have been old enough to sweatily peruse its pages, my own feelings about Hefner have centered around a mixture of bemused indifference and the kind of awe one feels toward a grizzled old tree that’s been struck by lightning, yet remains standing. For me, he was always a fossil, a cartoon, and a skeezy brand ambassador—rather than a living person, or an agent of profound change in American sex culture.
Much has been written about Hefner’s dubious philosophies regarding women, but less I think, about the influence he has had over millions of men, who imagined his persona as the Mount Olympus of bachelorhood toward which we should all strive. Though Playboy of the past few decades was more Hollywood, Florida than Hollywood, California, it began as a fantasy that was hip, cosmopolitan, and sophisticated—as opposed to the macho pulp of lad mags like Men’s Adventure,Man’s LifeandStag with headlines like “Weasels Ripped My Flesh.” As a young Hefner wrote in Playboy’s first editorial in 1953, “We enjoy mixing up cocktails and an hors d’oeuvre or two, putting a little mood music on the phonograph and inviting in a female acquaintance for a quiet discussion on Picasso, Nietzsche, jazz, sex.” Nevermind that when he wrote these lines, Hefner was living with his first wife, the first woman he’d slept with, and publishing his magazine with the help of his mother, who had loaned him a substantial $1000 to get it off the ground. “I was the boy who dreamed the dream” would eventually become Hefner’s refrain, and dream he did.
The particular figure that Hefner dreamt up has perhaps died along with him, or at least devolved into kitschy caricature, like the gravel-voiced “Most Interesting Man in the World,” who hawks Dos Equis between sword fights and yacht excursions. It was from Hefner’s loins that this type sprung: one part James Bond, two parts Ivy League prodigal son, and a dash of contrarianism for spice. His party guests spanned the intellectual and cultural spectrum of his time: James Baldwin, William F. Buckley Jr., Mick Jagger—and he greeted them all in slippers and a robe. What other man has turned a constant uniform of pajamas into a sign of success rather than a symptom of alcoholic depression?
When I look through men’s magazines and see guys who are supposedly living “the dream” today, I instead find blowhards, technocrats, and goons—more interested in bragging to attractive female journalists about how much they paid for a Picasso, rather than discussing the artwork on their wall. But perhaps those differences are purely generational: were he a millennial like myself, I imagine Hefner would have preferred smoking a vape to a pipe, and instead of building a media empire, he would probably have dropped out of college to found a VR-sex app. Ultimately, Hefner was very much a man of his time—an early defender of free speech and abortion rights, and also a sexist pig, obsessed with an idealized vision of female beauty. For better or worse, his tastes and obsessions guided the inner lives of his readers, who are themselves are getting on in years. Hefner may now be buried next to Marilyn Monroe in Westwood Village Memorial Park Cemetery, but he will manage to live on every time a curious boy exhumes his dad’s old Playboys and gives them a browse—for the articles, of course.
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Hugh Hefner and Bunnies relax at the Playboy Mansion; Chicago 1966; Burt Glinn
anybody who defends hugh hefner for whatever reason is an ignorant cunt.
He was a predator and almost every man that came into that mansion during the prime time of playboy was a predator. They raped and drugged young woman in their 20s and then those woman come out with truth after hughs death they are attacked. For what? for telling the fucking truth about that disgusting man.
The exploitation of women didnt come from the magazine covers but from hugh hefner himself and all the disgusting things he let happen in the mansion
he stays remembered as a predator
everyone (who can) needs to watch secrets of playboy and stop wearing that fucking stupid bunny logo as if it’s cute and aesthetic. thank you .
the way i have the bunny logo charm and now after watching the documentary i look at it in a totally different way
that documentary ate my brain its so insane what happened to so many women who worked for hefner
Captured roller skating and talking to friends, Hugh Hefner enjoys his 1979 Playboy Mansion Roller party.
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