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Old Man Bunny

Charles McGrath on how Hef got his groove back in the New York Times Magazine:

Hugh Hefner already has his final resting place picked out and paid for: a crypt next to Marilyn Monroe’s in the Westwood neighborhood of Los Angeles. Not that he has plans to use it anytime soon. Hefner, who will turn 85 in April, lives these days what appears to be the life of an invalid, or even of a cosseted mental patient: wearing pajamas all day; rarely venturing out of the house; taking most of his meals in his bedroom — the menu seldom varying, the crackers and potato chips carefully prescreened to remove any broken ones. He is hard of hearing in his right ear and has an arthritic back that causes him to lumber a little when he walks. But he is in otherwise enviable shape for an octogenarian.

Fully recovered from a 1985 stroke, he appears to have all his marbles and an undiminished energy level. He still manages to have sex, popping Viagra as the occasion warrants. And thanks to the surprisingly successful reality show “The Girls Next Door,” he has a brand-new fan cohort: women, even many middle-aged ones, who no longer regard him as a degrading smut peddler — the publisher of a magazine that Gloria Steinem once said made a female reader feel like a Jew studying a Nazi manual — but as a benign and indulgent paterfamilias, a kind of fairy godfather turning worthy, wholesome-looking young women into platinum-haired, big-bosomed princesses whose every need is provided for.

Hefner — or Hef, as he is known to just about everyone — is famous for bestowing presents of plastic surgery on his many girlfriends and may well have gifted himself. His neck is taut and wattle-free. His skin, owing to infrequent sun exposure and generous bastings with baby oil, has a Madame Tussaud-like smoothness and suppleness. One former girlfriend has said that in the bedroom, with his clothes off, he practically glows in the dark.

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1 The Hawk   ~  Feb 8, 2011 7:47 am

I really can't stand Hefner's shtick and I am blown away that so many people think it's somehow "cool". The stupid pipe and jacket, the phony blondes, the whole thing is unbelievably wack and corny.

2 Raf   ~  Feb 8, 2011 10:32 am

[1] Of course people are going to think it's cool. Living life on his own terms, surrounded by beautiful women. It's not a stretch to see why other people would find that appealing.

3 The Hawk   ~  Feb 8, 2011 11:38 am

[2] His "own terms" are lame. As for the women and his relationship to them, well ... to each his own.

4 Raf   ~  Feb 8, 2011 3:24 pm

[3] Right. I'm sure he's crying himself to sleep as he takes another hit of vitamin v... He's earned the right to do whatever he wants, can't knock him for that.

5 The Hawk   ~  Feb 8, 2011 3:43 pm

[4] Who said he was crying about anything? I have no opinion on whether or not he's happy or should or shouldn't be. I think his act is weak, outdated, tired, corny, etc and am surprised anyone finds it appealing. Good for you if you do but I don't have to buy into it.

6 Raf   ~  Feb 8, 2011 4:38 pm

[5] As I said before in post [2]; living life on his own terms, surrounded by beautiful women, partying and bs'ing it's not that difficult to understand why someone would find that type of life appealing.

While we're playing around on the internet, he's running a multi-million dollar company (empire?), or at the very least, living off the fruits of his labor. All the while looking like he's having fun while doing it. Not hard to see why someone would find that appealing. If that's what it takes to be "lame," hell then sign me up.

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