This may be most...unexpected...from me.
Bless me brethren...
Hugh Hefner is dead.
He took a magazine concept sold at seamy bookstalls, just down from THAT theater across the tracks, added tonnes of erudition and professional photography, and made a legend of it.
"I read it for the articles."
The first Larry Niven story I ever read as a callow yout' was in a Playboy magazine, so yeah.
I am...impatient with the whole porn industry. I am not a reader of Playboy...too many problems with it, and too many opportunities to cause someone to stumble, nor do I encourage its reading. I MUST say, though, what I must laud Mr. Hefner for.
What he did, he did with excellence.
He took a dreadful market of pulp-printed dirty magazines, with dreadful stories, and turned it into art. He sought the best writers of the day. The prettiest women, the coolest cars.
The ex-Methodist-Sunday School teacher rejected the religious niceties, but exported the Doing With All Your Might.
So, Mr. hefner, I salute you for your striving for Doing It Well. I pray in your latter days, you returned to the savior of your youth, and took full advantage of His Excellence.
I wish that those in the churches could have caught your vision for excellence.