I think most Baby Boomers and Gen X dudes got their first eye-full of nude women in Playboy magazines.
I sure did!
Speaking of which, my father Stan Glazer – the former KC mayoral candidate – was in his late 20’s when Playboy first became a thing in the early 1960’s.
Starting with movie stars like Marilyn Monroe to wannabe stars, they pretty much all had big boobs but we didn’t get to see what was down below in front….
Not yet, anyway.
And you could read what Joe Namath, Paul Newman and Jimmy Carter had to say about sex and the topics of the day in exclusive Playboy interviews.
My dad was a very handsome man who married my mother Rita who was also a looker. Not a ton of local, young Jewish people had those dashing good looks back then.
So with handsome parents my brothers and I inherited those good looks.
Ah, but you learn it takes way more than good looks to make it in America, let alone Kansas City. They help of course.
Anyway, my dad was a fan and follower of the Playboy image. He wanted to be a Hugh Hefner. So Hefner’s passing was sad for my dad and millions of men like him all over the world. Hugh was kind of a real life James Bond minus the guns and badges.
I too followed in those footsteps of the Playboy philosophy. Where men came first and women were mostly arm candy and sex toys.
Not a good attitude, I’ll admit, but if you had looks and confidence you could get away with it. Money and fame helped as well.
Hey, I saw my dad step out on my mom back when I was a kid. And no, I didn’t think that was okay, but it got a silent pass from those who subscribed to the Playboy image.
Remember those big folders they had where you put your monthly Playboys in to look at later when nobody was around? I did.
They were my father’s Playboys, not mine.
This was during the era from Jonathan Winters and Bob Newhart. Those were the days – when suits, ties, coffee, cigarettes and English Leather cologne ruled.
Like my dad, I became a lady’s man early on in.
In high school I began to hit my stride, date the prettiest girls and be a bad boy. Fell in love a few times and boy, that love was the strongest.
However after being hurt a few times and starting over I learned that long term relationships just don’t work. I saw that settling down was not in my future. No wife or kids would likely ever come about.
I wanted to be like Hef and run up a score.
Remember those early dating days, calling my pals after a hot date and telling all. As we got older we called fewer friends to explain our conquests. By my 30’s I didn’t much call anyone; I just kept count in my head.
However it was an empty game that I couldn’t win. Worse than that, it takes time and effort away from your career or hopes of having one.
Do I regret it?
Well, when I meet young men today and they are getting married at say age 30 or so, they all say the same thing.
“Hey Craig, I’ve run around long enough, had tons of ladies, now it’s time to settle down. This is the one.”
I know they are wrong though.
Because 99% of the time they fail. I tried it once in my late 40’s with a beautiful, nice girl named Connie and we lasted 5 years.
All my fault.
She was very young and I was just too far gone into the Playboy lifestyle.
The problem: even when its time to end that Playboy life, it doesn’t really end. Unless you get old and fat or broke or all three.
My dad is 85 now and married to a woman half his age and I know he’d still like to go out and hit the town just one more time.
But his age has, uh, taken that option away for the most part.
So did Playboy’s Hugh Hefner cause more harm than good?
Nope, he just told the truth about pretty girls, sex and glory being the real deal – right or wrong.
Goodbye, Hugh, you had it all and did it all – now try and get some rest.