twinkie-defence

I’d venture to say that there could be nothing that so succinctly encapsulates the downfall of society into an overly-sheltered and gratified mockery of itself than the news that the fabled Playboy mansion has been sold to a cupcake magnate. There’s small consolation in the stipulation that the ninety-year old Hugh Hefner gets to reside there until his death, but the new owner has expressed interest in acquiring the whole empire. Who can say what the franchise, not that it’s necessarily worth preserving—but given this infantilising, sweet-toothed legacy, might be a vehicle for in the near future?