Playboy Bunny

Holly Madison, a former Playboy bunny, has a kiss & tell book coming out. Apparently the job of sexually servicing and getting off the elderly Hugh Hefner is not the dream job she thought it would be.

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But the former girlfriend of Hugh Hefner reveals in her new memoir, “Down the Rabbit Hole: Curious Adventures and Cautionary Tales of a Former Playboy Bunny,” that living in the infamous Playboy Mansion wasn’t all sunshine and rainbows. (Yes, Madison did eventually name her daughter Rainbow but that’s beside the point.)

"Life inside the notorious Mansion wasn’t a dream at all—and quickly became her nightmare," the promotional material for the book states, according to Us Weekly. "After losing her identity, her sense of self-worth, and her hope for the future, Holly found herself sitting alone in a bathtub contemplating suicide."

Us Weekly reports that the book will detail the "oppressive routine of strict rules, manipulation, and [her] battles with ambitious, backstabbing bunnies."

-- Fox News

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Hard Times

David Brooks writes about how the politics of some eras are more about compromise and co-operation while other eras are locked in zero-sum conflicts, noting that we are living in the rougher sort of time. Apparently, Angela Merkel, Germany's leader, is one of the toughest politicians, as an American ambassador has remarked, “If you cross her you end up dead. ... There’s a whole list of alpha males who thought they would get her out of the way, and they’re all now in other walks of life.” At least in the modern era, losers do not end up literally dead, not to mention beheaded.

[Source: David Brooks at The New York Times]

Sugar

Sugar is in Japan, covering a curling competition, I think. Her writing seems to have a little more fluidity, sometimes verging on the poetic.

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Home Life

Pop came home with Jack in tow. He said that he was feeling dangerously faint, and so he called Jack to follow behind him to help make sure that he makes it safely home. He certainly acts faint as he tells me this, as though he can barely make it to bed. He tells me to check on him in an hour to make sure that he is okay.

At first, I thought this might be serious, because he is, after all, seventy-four-fucking years old. Yet, I was suspicious too. Over the years, even when he was in his early-middle-age, in his low-forties, he would make a big scene like this, as though he were on the edge of life and about to fall off. As it turns out, it looks like this was the case here. Lorie calls within an hour, and all of a sudden Pop is up and racing about to get ready. He says, "I'm going to pick up Lorie." Feeling a little confused, I asked, "Are you sure you can drive?" He says, "Oh, sure!" like why would I even ask such a thing, what a weird question!

Mother often said that he is silly, and he does have this silly side about him. Nevertheless, like I said, he is seventy-four years old, and better silly than sick. On the other hand, maybe I am finally getting tired of my life - my 'long rainy weekend' of books and meditation - and although I have said that I would like another thirty years to read and write, maybe I no longer feel so averse to the end coming. I am tired of trying to block out the harsh fact that I am a loser, and of always being so hungry for something I cannot touch. And I can feel myself getting only older and weaker, even shaky, which really takes away whatever hope I might have had that things could yet change for the better.