Yeah, I read em for the articles. Sincerely.
See, coupla months ago I had to help one of the owners of my work clean out his barn for his move to Texas, and inside he found a box chock full of old Playboys from the late 60s, early 70s. He told me I could keep em, so I took em. Mint condish, bubba. Do I hear snickering? Hey, listen bub:
I got the first publication of Hunter S Thompson's The Great Shark Hunt. I got a buncha John Clellon Holmes, including Gone In October. I got killer, vintage interviews with Bob Dylan, Tennessee Williams, buncha others. Got great fiction by Bradbury, Mailer, oh, just too many to list. Plus all that groovy seventies culture, so many cigarette and liquor adds its nuts. And yeah, here and there are pics of chicks--not nearly as many as you'd think. Lots and lots of hair, everywhere, dear god, ugh...
So yeah, I dig em for the articles no matter whatcha think. I mean, jeesh, if it's smut I was after, I have the Internet.