Ha, my daughter and I still watch Ralphie and the gang every Christmas. I love the original series of stories by Jean Shepherd which I first encountered in Playboy.
Here's an old guy talking, Jon, but Playboy was my road to literature. In the late sixties (and into the seventies, at least) Playboy published astonishingly good reading, commentary, and visual art as well as the renowned beauties. For the time it was a brilliant magazine. I haven't seen one for thirty years or so and can't vouch for it's content now, but when I was young it could actually be read - and I read it from cover to cover and dreamed that I'd be so cool. Times passed, I ain't cool, but I love language as much as I do the visual. I actually remember an interview with Jimmy Carter, the President of your country at the time, and though Mr Carter has had an ebb and flow in his representation in popular media, that interview framed him in my mind as a man struggling to do good in that shark ridden sea that is politics. I remember specifically him commenting about having concupiscence for his wife, trying to skirt the evangelical right wing of his party in the day. It was a much better magazine than political correctness has framed it, and had importance to the evolution of a caring mind. In defense of their nudes, which I also loved as a bag of young hormones, they were tasteful in their way, just highly stylized and unadventurous (stylistically - the adventurousness that came with later, raunchier publications destroyed that sense of sophistication that us rubes had striven for. The circus got a whole lot dumber and dirtier.)
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