When the “Girls Next Door” came on a few years ago, I was so thankful, such great insight into a scantily clothed world. I myself am never naked. I don’t even wear shorts in public, so watching the bikini clad is just fascinating to me, aren’t they cold? Where do they keep their pencils? If you are naked and you dribble salsa down your front, did it really happen? The show really got me thinking, “I should get a peacock ” and “hey I can totally where pajamas all day”.

On a fractionally deeper level I started thinking about the impact of Hugh Hefners personal taste on our society. I like to imagine what kind of world we would live in today if Hughs taste in women was ” Just a wee bit different” What If Hugh Hefner liked Big Girls. Big Hairy girls. Big Smart Hairy girls. What kind of magazine would that be? Would the young kid stealing playboys from his fathers bedside table feast his eyes upon? Would it change his view forever.

I always question, how do we know what to be attracted to? Are we told? Are we shown? Are we prodded into it like cattle? When I play around with it I am delighted by the idea of a different kind of pin-up girl. We would have playboy sloths instead of playboy bunnies.

    OK so there is no real way to know if Hugh Hefner was a chubby chaser that our whole society would be geared toward the caloric-ally indulgent.  I can only assume that the “thong” wouldn’t have been so popular and that teenagers would be stressed out trying to get that sexy cottage cheese look on their woefully cellulite free thighs.  I will admit that I cant stop flirting with rich old men in their pajamas in hopes that it will give the ladies of the earth a second chance.  So far it’s yielded nothing but rice pudding and a request for a sponge bath.