I get it, Playboy is a men's lifestyle magazine, it's not the New Yorker. And I love and appreciate the female form just as much as the next guy (or girl). But the clever balance between sex and smart story-telling, art and entertainment, politics and satire has shifted. Like a viral celebrity sex tape or a generation desensitized by the internet, the thrill is gone.
Last Thursday, my almost-eight-year-old son's innocence was forever tainted when he discovered, through a Google search, bare-naked ladies (not the talented Canadian singing ones), on his iPod touch. We had a 'situation' here and I needed to deal with it. I didn't want my son to think he was that bad or a deviant.
Playboy for tweens, bad fast food, attachment parenting, the new iPhone 5 and call your zayde (I'll explain). It's been a fun week. There's no doubt you all remember our favourite breast feeding mommy, Jamie Lynn Grumet, who posed for the cover of TIME Magazine last spring with her three year old son at her breast. Well, Jamie's back