The Amorist has to admit she’s confused as to what tack she should take over the recent demise of Hugh Hefner. On the one hand he was a social progressive who became an advocate for the Civil Rights movement and supported women’s entitlement to a legal abortion and LGBT causes. And he was undeniably at the forefront of the sexual revolution, saying, ‘We should embrace it [sex], not see it as the enemy. If you don’t encourage healthy sexual expression in public you get unhealthy sexual expression in private.'
On the other, there’s no denying the Playboy Mansion had become a creepy theme-park for one Alpha tortoise and his full-breasted gang of tanned playmates.
One journo the Amorist knows tells of how – when she interviewed Hefner – he took her through a room with a reverberating floor surface. She said he looked rather embarrassed as he said it was for 'adult play'. What the anecdote demonstrated above all else is how the dream of a sophisticated libertine’s life had evolved into a pound-shop playpen
Nonetheless, the Amorist has to admit that she has a sneaking fondness for the classic Playboy uniform. She knows it’s not very feminist to want to dress in a tight corset, fish nets and bunny-ears, but there’s a part of her that wants to sport the full rabbit gear just once. In this she might be influenced by Renée Zellwegger’s donning of the full bunny kit for the original Bridget Jones diary.
Zellwegger was properly voluptuous in the film and the wobble of her bosom was delightful for men and women. And Kate Moss looked rather delectable in her bunny suit on the front cover of the 6th Anniversary edition of Playboy.
Whatever your feelings about Hefner (exploiter of women, or largely harmless roué), he did know a thing or two about corsetry.
I wasn't really naked. I simply didn't have any clothes on