Are you interested in hearing about Levi Johnston?! Well, guess what: I’m not! Although I surely welcome and celebrate his low-blow potshots at Sarah “Pig” Palin, I’m completely over the will-he-won’t-he coquette routine. Dear Levi, I’ll be first in line to see your D when you decide to show it, but all this talking was already old shit in August. Put up or shut up!
That said, I am violating my own Levi-ban to link to this fascinating (and only tangentially Levi-related) piece over at The Awl, in which former Playgirl editor Jessann Collins gives the real story about the death and (supposed) rebirth of the venerable “women’s” magazine. Note: there is no peen in the article, but it does include several lolish vintage Playgirl covers.
(The Truth About Levi Johnston and Playgirl)
Levi may not be the brightest bulb in the pack, but damn he’s cute and kinda sweet. I don’t begrudge his handlers trying to hype up his upcoming unveiling. I AM sick, however, of Playgirl and its tired faux-hetero presentation in print and now on the web.