(Minneapolis, MN) There are issues of Playboy scattered around our office. I find them on book shelves, in meeting rooms, in cubicles of writers who have been laid off. And it is great. I flip through them secretly at my cubicle. I desecrate them by taking them into the bathroom. I read the cartoons about sex, I read the Playboy advisor to read about other people's problems that are worse than mine. Sure, I look at the pictures too. I like reading Playboy. But everybody knows it is dying. There's better, freer porn on the web. There's celebrity boob shots on the web, there's Maxim and GQ which are slightly less embarrassing to read on airplanes and buses. But that's not Playboy's problem. The problem is reading a Playboy from last year is the same as reading this month's. I have no need to subscribe or purchase one- those cartoons are still funny no matter when I finally find one. Playboy's are timeless- and that's probably their problem.
The Hold Steady- Magazines
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