Playgirl

How do you feel about the closing of Playgirl's print publication?

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Boy, you really never know what you'll find on the interwebs. Why, just yesterday I was perusing Playgirl's blog (don't even ask) and learned something that probably everyone knows but me: sodium tallowate (beef fat mixed with lye) is the main ingredient in most soap, and that it's the very same substance that McDonald's used to cook up their French fries with. Gross.
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The big news in publishing today is that Playgirl the magazine is sadly, no more. (Although I had a sneaking suspicion they were going downhill when Popcrunch reported that editors asked Spencer Pratt to pose for the mag. Hahaha...barf.) Now, now, not to worry fans, you can still find pics of your favorite oiled down beef cakes like that hot torso above on their blog, so don't despair. Still, this landmark occasion in magazine publishing history has got me contemplating why porn rags geared towards women just don't seem to sell that well in the first place.

It's not that chicks don't like porn. Many of us do. Like, a lot. But there is a reason why Playboy continues to reign as a bleached blonde, double D-sized multi-million dollar empire, while its sad, dumpy little sister Playgirl has always floundered in comparison, and not so surprisingly, always managed to attract a large constituency of gay men to its muscle-laden centerfolds. Perhaps the sophisticated lady of good taste desires I don't know, a slightly more subtle touch than say, an airbrushed image of Mario Lopez spread nude on a fur rug? Let's take a closer look, shall we? Read More »