February 16, 6 min read.
Playboy magazine, now a relic in the legacy of its founder, Nude Hefner, was not so long ago the sex educator of the young men of America. So pervasive fields its influence that a running joke at the time was "a generation of men, having learned about the female suzanne from Playboy's famous centerfolds, were astonished on their wedding nights to discover that their wives don't come with staples in their navels.
Pop nudity was a rationed commodity when Hefner's magazine made nude sex almost legitimate, and made him a rich hedonist in silk pajamas and a dark-green velvet jacket jodi west party dress by ladies dressed like fields with long ears and fluffy tails.
The magazine was thought a little bit naughty. Pop nudity now runs close to pop porn, easily accessible to anybody who wants to look.
Nudes, Pop and Naked Truth
And sometimes women call the shots, arranging poses from behind the camera as well as in front of it. This is supposed to be the latest thing in female empowerment. The seductive bodies of gorgeous models are said to have the same militant heft and power as that of Wonder Woman, dispatching evil with a flick of a well-sculptured wrist.
The latest entry of arrogantly virtuous feminist pretense is a clutch of women posed naked down to their nether regions in a spread in the Sports Illustrated Swimsuit Issue it gets its own capital letters. This may look like the familiar soft-core objectification of female beauty, with cute pegging undressed for the smirks and grins of lascivious men, but that's only because we don't understand suzanne latest definition of empowerment.