Quote of the Day - Beauty is in the eye of the beholder and it may be necessary from time to time to give a stupid or misinformed beholder a black eye.
I mean that, well, with tongue planted firmly in my (no snide remarks here) cheek. I almost wish I had an English accent so I could say, as only James Bond could, "Oh, how marvelously cheeky." But, I'm not, so I won't.
First of all, here's the setup: our pal Hugh Hefner's pajamas just got canonized.
Where, you might ask?
Why in the Erotic Museum of Hollywood Hall of Fame, of course. What you say, you didn't know there was such a museum?
You're apparently not the only one. That's why they started a Hall of Fame. It's called publicity, and this little stunt got plenty of it. Hugh is the first inductee, with others on the way, including Mae West, and several other sex luminaries such as Dr. Sigmund Freud, Margaret Sanger and Dr. Ruth Westheimer.
Don't fret if you didn't get to see Hef inducted though, because you too can become a member of the Erotic Museum. For a mere grand, you get a special curator-led tour for you and ten of your best friends, a framed exhibition poster, an Erotic Museum t-shirt, a limited edition Erotic Museum Zippo lighter (to light your pipe with, certainly), and a bottle of champagne. Such a deal!
Selling sex is nothing new, and in fact has been on TV in our living rooms for some time. Not only is the Erotic Museum covering the history of sex, but also our favorite Miss America turns 50 this year. According to these news reports, she's trying to figure out how to become relevant again.
I thought that's what the swimsuit competition was all about.