Innocent Times, Part 1

A while ago I stumbled onto a website that featured a series of early Playboy Magazine stuff, and looking at it, I couldn’t but wonder at how innocent it all was.

I know, calling Playboy “innocent” creates something of a cognitive dissonance in the typical reader, because the whole “Playboy” ethos was anything but that in the 1950s (and even -60s).  At the time, of course, it was disturbing, outrageous, even pornographic to the eyes of the time.  I mean, inviting a Black person (Sammy Davis Jr.) to perform on Hefner’s TV show, and treating him like an actual person instead of some second-class citizen — okay, nigger, to use a common term for his type back then.  That, and Hef’s love of avant-garde jazz (“nigger”) music… I mean, it was just terrible.

But looking back at Playboy today, I find myself yearning for that era, because it really was an innocent time — although nowadays it’s easy to see that its permissiveness was, just as gloomily foretold, very much the thin end of the licentiousness wedge.

Compare, if you will, a typical Playboy cartoon of that era:

…with its more vulgar counterpart from the vile Larry Flynt’s Hustler:

(…which, by the way, I find screamingly funny, but that’s just me.)

Anyway, I thought I’d just use all the above as an excuse to show a few of those Playboy cartoons, and some of their models too.  Enjoy.

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Classic Beauty: Caroline Munro

As promised, another of Reader Pierre’s (and my) favorites, another horror movie queen (and Bond girl) Caroline Munro.

Today?

Somebody once said of her that she had the perfect body.  I dunno;  that’s always a personal thing.  (I, as any fule kno, prefer them a little more zaftig.)

But she’s pretty near the top, regardless of taste.

Merci encore, Pierre.

Eyeworm

From Longtime Friend & Reader Mark Alger:

“So, if a song that catches your ongoing attention is an earworm, what is an image that accomplishes the same end? An eyeworm?”

Yes.  Here’s one of mine:

Try as I may, I just cannot.

More to follow.

Random Totty

I see that Brit totty Keeley Hazell has written her memoirs — at the ripe old age of 37, no less — but the title thereof is wonderful:

“Everyone’s Seen My Tits”

…and it’s being released later this summer.

Anyway, on the off-chance that some of my Readers haven’t seen the aforementioned, here’s a sample:

A fore-and-aft shot:

Today, at 37:

And in the flesh, so to speak:

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Classic Beauty: Ingrid Pitt

I have to thank Longtime Reader Pierre (who is French, and somehow stays loyal to this rantbucket despite all my slurs on the Frogs), who pointed out to me that my Classic Beauty section has a glaring omission:  to wit, horror-movie star Ingrid Pitt.  Quite apart from her astounding beauty, which we’ll enjoy below, she is to my knowledge the only Classic Beauty who survived a Nazi concentration camp in WWII.

Anyway, here she is, in black and white:

And in living color:

Lovely.

Another of Pierre’s suggestions next week.  He has exquisite taste.