When Hugh Hefner, a man who has been stuck in an adolescent male fantasy for more than five decades, heralds something as an advance for women, people might want to take his praise with a grain of salt. Fifty years ago, the FDA gave its imprimatur to The Pill. A half-century later, Hefner, Gloria Steinem, Hillary Swank, and others have celebrated The Pill's birthday as a crucial step in the liberation of women. But, as I write in my article @ the American Spectator, The Pill counter-intuitively opened the floodgates of abortion and illegitimacy--which, a study by the Pew Research Center demonstrates, has skyrocketed since The Pill's initial availability.
Recent studies (conducted at my house) have shown that a COMBINATION of the pill and the pullout have decreased the instance of abortion and illegitimacy by, well, 100%.
I always wondered if Hugh Hefner was Gene Simmons' real father? Any thoughts, anyone?
And raise the risk of all sorts of cancers in women, and the original pill actually killed some women during development. But what the hell, right? Gotta break a few eggs for this party. Woo!
I think Gene Simmons is too nouveau riche to be the offspring of Hugh Hefner. Also, his tongue is longer. But there are similarities. Both are businessmen underneath it all. Neither, I think, have been known for any chemical vices to go along with the womanizing--which is pretty remarkable given the circles in which they travel.
Simmons is too nouveau riche? You say it as if Hef had an ounce of class or personal decorum.
Do I detect a hint of Hef jealousy here? Hmmmm?
I'm a little jealous of the Hef, not much but a little. Dan is right, that both Simmons and The Hef have stayed away from the chemical vices in their circles where abuse is rampant is remarkable. Part of the reason they've both been able to sustain their careers and fortunes.
To me, it would not compute why drugs or anything else would be necessary if one had constant access to hot and cold running 20-30 year old gorgeous females ready rumble at the drop of a hat. But, that's just me.
Maybe some viagra.
Hear dat.
Or Cialis.
I can picture Hef now, in a big bathtub on a beach, full of nubile young ladies.
Actually, I'm kind of picturing me right now in that very situation.
But, as is usual, I digress.
