In 1977 a friend of mine invited me to a ‘garage sale’ one weekend, which I found out was code for pulling down his dad’s box of 1960s Playboy magazines. Naive little me wasn’t quite sure what that would mean, but it was the first chance I had to really look at adult women without clothing. While P— was just ogling the women, I was entranced, and wondering how I could grow up to look that beautiful. (At the time I did not know what misogyny was. Ah, youth.)
