At work on Friday I got a Christmas card from a young colleague who thanked me for a number of things, including "for making the phrase 'generation gap' obsolete." I was touched and thrilled. It made my day…at least until I got home.
That's when, for the first time in decades, I picked up a copy of Playboy. What was a copy of Playboy doing in the mail of a 70-year old happily married woman, you might ask?
Well, before our son Seth moved to Brazil early this month, he arranged to have his mail forwarded to our address. As a freelance journalist, he subscribes to many magazines. The January issues of Esquire, The Atlantic and Playboy were in Friday's mail.
As I recall the Playboys of my youth, the centerfold Playgirl-of-the-Month was topless, but showed a little modesty "down below" even it was just artfully-crossed legs. Now full-frontal nudity is available from cover to cover in Playboy, and the only controversy as far as I can see is whether to wax or not to wax.
So much for my making the generation gap obsolete…