I’m enchanted by the news that Playboy magazine is to stop publishing pictures of naked women, because it can’t compete with the internet. ‘You’re now one click away from every sex act imaginable for free,’ said the CEO, Scott Flanders. ‘And so it’s just passé at this juncture.’
By that logic, though, shouldn’t they also ditch the famous articles? It’s just, I’m pretty sure you get stuff like that on the internet, too. More to the point, who on Earth knew there was a still a Playboy magazine? I thought there was just a big, sad house, full of extras employed specifically for visits from lifestyle journalists, who depart the moment the cameras have gone, leaving Hugh Hefner in a dressing gown, and a captain’s hat, all alone.

Britain’s best politics newsletters
You get two free articles each week when you sign up to The Spectator’s emails.
Already a subscriber? Log in
Comments
Join the debate, free for a month
Be part of the conversation with other Spectator readers by getting your first month free.
UNLOCK ACCESS Try a month freeAlready a subscriber? Log in