It doesn’t matter how rich or famous you are… eventually the music stops and the party’s over.
Nobody will ever say that Hugh Hefner never ‘made his mark’ on society.
The man who built a media empire by printing magazines that men would claim to read ‘for the articles’, certainly had a long run.
His name became shorthand for living the ‘fast life’.
He is remembered as an old rich guy, ‘popping Viagra like Skittles’ surrounded by topless models willing to trade their honor for fame or the glamorous life he would promise them.
The wild parties he would throw in his infamous ‘grotto’ were supposed to have been legendary.
There is no shortage of men who would have given their left arm for a life like his. But, just like the ‘great and powerful Oz’ … things look a little different once you pull back the curtain.
The old man was held in contempt, even by (some of?) the girls who ‘adored’ him.
Here are a few things ‘insiders’ have said.
— “Everyone thinks that the infamous metal gate was meant to keep people out. But I grew to feel it was meant to lock me in.” —Holly Madison
— “When you’re here you have to be in by the 9 p.m. curfew. You’re not allowed to invite any friends up to see you.” —Carla Howe
— “Hef just lies there with his Viagra erection. It’s just a fake erection, and each girl gets on top of him for two minutes while the girls in the background try to keep him excited…” — Jill Ann Spaulding
— “At about the minute mark, I pulled away and it was done. It was like a job. Clock in, clock out. It’s not like I enjoyed having sex with him.” —Kendra Wilkinson
They would rather pretend to make out with the other girls than ‘do the deed’ with the old man:
That night, Madison was led into Hefner’s bedroom to join his harem of scantily clad blonds lolling on the bed as two big screens played porn.
Hefner was off in a chair pleasuring himself.
Suddenly, one of the other women grabbed Madison and hissed in her ear: “Fake the f—!”
She looked around and saw all of them were pretending to make out. In the dark it was hard to tell if Hef was aware they were faking.
Either way, the girlfriends didn’t care. Pretending to have girl-on-girl sex beat climbing into the sack with Hef. —NYDailyNews
And where is the Feminist outrage over little details like these — which have been common knowledge for a while now:
“It was so brief that I can’t even recall what it felt like beyond having a heavy body on top of mine,” Madison writes.
“By the time I was able to wrap my head around what was happening, Hef had already moved on to Candice, then to a few of his actual girlfriends before finishing himself off as he always did.”
A recent US Weekly excerpt revealed that Hefner offered Madison a Quaalude the first night he met her at a club, calling it a “thigh-opener.”
Over time, she writes, he became so emotionally abusive that Madison contemplated suicide. —NYDailyNews
Or how he would exert control over the women:
— Hef wanted his girlfriends to be seen driving nice cars around town to enhance the Playboy brand — but he didn’t want to give them the independence of owning an expensive vehicle. So, each girlfriend was a leased a car that was paid for by Hef as long as she stayed at the Mansion. This is one of many ways he exerted control over the girls — if she left the Mansion the girls knew they would not be able to afford the expensive leases on their own. — Thought Catalogue
— So many of Hef’s girlfriends were also involved with escorting and prostitution that he eventually demanded to see everyone’s passports and kicked everyone out who had been to Turkey recently (a hub of escort clients). There’s a theory that famed Hollywood madam Michelle Braun had planted one of her girls among the girlfriends to recruit girlfriends and playmates for her escort service. Holly believes this is true and that she knows who the girlfriend is. — Thought Catalogue
But the outrage never came. He’s a Hollywood icon. A tawdry ‘hero’ … somehow.
Even the ‘glamorous life’ of life in the Playboy Mansion was NOT as it was advertised.
He was surrounded by more nurses than girlfriends toward the end, and every outsider that went into it was critical of how nasty the ‘mansion’ itself was.
Tawdry. Dilapidated. Mattresses old and nasty. Sheets worn. Mismatched furniture. Decor stuck in the 80’s. Dog crap on the carpet. Towels that one visitor said ‘were not even worth stealing’.
The man ‘lived large’ and used people as a means to an end —
“Maybe it was the pot and the alcohol, but drowning myself seemed like the logical way to escape the ridiculous life I was leading.” —Holly Madison —COSMO
— so where did it get him in the end?
Surrounded by sycophants who were also using HIM as a means to an end.
Surrounded by people he paid for ‘intimacy’ but without any real close companionship.
Surrounded by people, but in a sense — effectively alone.
The dude was stonking rich, yet living in a home with dog crap on his bedroom carpet.
His relationships, his prestige, and even his opulence all turned out to be as fake as his Viagra erections.
And for all that, people are STILL (unintentionally) correct when they write cheeky tweets like this one:
Yeah. Not only can he NOT ‘take it with him’, the old man will STILL have to account for how he treated all the world as a means to his personal ends.
Good luck with that.
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