The subscribership of Playgirl has always been a mystery to me. Their brand management has said their readers are about half women, half gay men, but that still offers little to no insight into the head-scratching randomness of Playgirl’s featured “eye-candy.”

In what appears to be no particular order (and additionally, no particular theme), we have Ted Turner (who would later monopolize US media and journalism), Calvin Klein (who would later date a male porn star), Woody Allen (who would later marry his girlfriend’s adopted daughter), and OJ Simpson (who would later murder his wife).

 
The next pages fare slightly better. You have Burt Reynolds (sure, why not?), Bruce Springsteen (totally respectable!), Alan Bates (first actor to do full frontal in a major studio movie in Women in Love), Johnny Carson (what?), Ted Kennedy, and Jerry Brown (there had to be politicians with more sex appeal).

Of course, this is the same magazine that did a feature of former Enron employees, after they had “lost their shirts.” 

I hate to be judgmental, but Playgirl, you have really bad taste in men.