Today's N.Y. Times reports that Bob Guccione's Penthouse magazine empire is crumbling — monthly circulation down from almost five million to 650,000, the company unlikely to make its payments on $52 million in debt, the 71-year-old publisher's 45-room Manhattan townhouse up for sale. And last night, ruthless game-show host Anne Robinson was hilariously mismatched with an array of airheaded Playboy Playmates on NBC's "The Weakest Link" ("Who is truly the biggest boob here? Who has embarrassed her parents once more? Who should have opted for a brain implant?").
I confess I'm hardwired to look happily not only at sunsets, seascapes, and cute animal pictures but at pretty women (my wife, of course, is hottest of the hotties, I get on her nerves by ogling her at 46), but a few of the Playmates actually creeped me out.
One blonde, who looked grotesquely, plastically fake and photo-retouched (often seen in, say, In Style still photos, but harder to do on TV), bragged of her life in the Playboy Mansion as 22-year-old concubine to the now 75-year-old, Viagra-drooling Hugh Hefner, loyal to an image that business analysts have admitted is severely hurting Playboy Enterprises nowadays: When Hef was in his 30s or 40s, guys — well, some guys — could envy the whole nonstop-party-Mansion schtick and his getting to wear PJ's all day and score with all those gorgeous gals. But the swinging scene turned into "a family in which Poppa Bear gets to go to bed with his daughters," as Martin Amis wrote in — gulp — 1985. And by now, even the most swinish sexist can think of only one word for geezer Hef and his teenybimbos: Ewwwww!
The blonde left "The Weakest Link" early. Robinson sang her off with, "Home to bed! Back to work!"
8:26:33 PM 
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