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The bunnies might be gone, but the playmates were still here.
As Hefner broke off to deal with the preparations for the Playmate of the
Year party, I could hear unbridled giggles from the grounds.
Some of the playmates were at play.
Always ready to research any subject to its depths, I set off to join them.
But after getting changed, I found that I couldn't find the pool.
Instead, I had to grope my way through some sort of grotto.
which, for all I knew, led straight back to Hefner's office.
Evil cries in the distance told me where the playmates were.
A reporter has to sneak up on a subject if he wants to catch it with its guard
down.
Hi, girls!
Hi! What's your name?
Marina. Marina.
What's your name?
Sherry. What's your name?
My name's Donna.
Donna. Where are you all from? Where are you from?
I'm from England. From England? I came all this way, I find an English girl?
Why not?
What about you?
Longview, Washington.
Donna? I'm from North Carolina.
What do you do in real life, Donna?
Well, I'm not doing this. I've been extremely busy with Playboy right now,
but I sell real estate in North Carolina. You sell? I have my license.
What about you?
I'm a waitress at a pizza parlor.
What about you? I'm an actress.
You're an actress? Yes. And you're English?
I'm English.
What do you think when the photographer says, okay, take your clothes off and do
this, that, and the other? You ever think, hey, wait a second, why am I
doing this?
No, they don't order you to take your clothes off. I mean, they ask you to do
it at your pace, when you're comfortable with it. They work you into it.
And for a centerfold anyway, you know basically what the centerfold involves,
so you don't usually turn up in your long johns.
i see you know i mean no you know what you're doing as soon as you decide
you're going to do playboy you know what about your mum i mean what is what does
your mum think of that my mother loves it she like gets waved out in the
village
Yeah. She enjoys the superstardom. Would she have done that in her time? She had
the chance, I think. Or have times changed? In her time, she wouldn't have
done. But if she was around now, my mother would.
What about your mom? My mom would have, too.
She would have done it, but her family, she was more inclined to have a family
at that time than pose, you know.
But she would have done it if she didn't want a family ahead of that.
What about you, Sherry?
My mom told me it could ruin my life. Yeah, did she?
Yeah. Really? And I told her to stick to raising children and I'll do what I
want. Yeah?
Let me put the feminist case to you, because there's nobody else in the pool
who can put it for me, right?
Because you know what the feminists think.
We're feminists. They think we're all being exploited. But that wouldn't be
right at all, because we're not being exploited. At least I'm not. I did this
on my own.
I did it on my own. Right.
Exploitation is when someone makes you do something, or someone forces an idea
on you, and that's not at all what I did anyway.
I'm loving it. If this is exploitation, who am I?
She's wonderful.
It's like someone saying that, you know how they put pictures of champion roses
in a book.
Then if we're being exploited, then so are the flowers.
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