OK, there are pictures, too. Of girls. But there’s one big difference between the app and the magazine.

In another life, some 15 years ago, I had a subscription to Playboy. As in the magazine. I’d returned home from the University of Florida, moved out of my parents’ house and in with a few friends and, well, why not. I was a bachelor in my early 20s. It was time to do something (else) Mom and Dad (well, Mom, anyway) wouldn’t approve of.

A couple things I remember from that era:

  1. The nudie pics all sort of looked the same. No real long-term gratification there, ya know, at least when it came to the nameless, airbrushed pictures. (Known celebrities was another matter, though. I’ll never forget that first magazine that arrived, with Brooke Burke, and we’ll never let the one roommate live down hoarding the issue with Belinda Carlisle, who was north of 40 when she posed — twice our age.)
  2. Never mind the timeless “I read Playboy for the articles” line — there truly was (and continues to be) some fantastic writing in there.

I’m married now. (To a woman 6 years older than me and who’s also north of 40, which is just one reason why I’m smiling as I’m writing this, thinking back to that Belinda Carlisle issue.) I have two daughters. That old stash of Playboys has long since been tossed out. (If I remember correctly, my friends and I had some sort of ceremony. Perhaps even a viking funeral pyre.)

And now we have an official Playboy app on Android.




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