Here's an story that is semi-related to this. I visited the Playboy Mansion about five years ago for an event, and it was easily the strangest, most surreal res

Here's an story that is semi-related to this. I visited the Playboy Mansion about five years ago for an event, and it was easily the strangest, most surreal residence I've ever seen. Nothing about it at all symbolized class or any kind of sexiness; it was simply run-down, unkempt, and almost comically dated in basically every way. Not to mention the weirdness of having things like a personal zoo on the grounds. Over the course of the event, two incredibly odd things happened that I'll never forget: first, every twenty minutes, a new literal busload of scantily-clad women showed up until the ratio was easily 10:1 to their favor; and two, about halfway through the night, Hef walked out on his balcony, waved to us, and then went back inside without saying a word. It was fun for a bucket list-type thing, but man, it really popped the balloon of whatever fantastical idea I had about the Playboy Mansion and what it symbolized. Instead it was just old and tired, which is probably a metaphor for the brand and it's patriarch.