Pedophilia Meets Necrophilia

I borrowed that phrase from some wit who aptly characterized the "engagement" of Hugh Hefner to some nobody Playmate who is about 1/4 his age.  If this were an 84-year-old woman who took on a 24-year-old man, people would be outraged and the couple would be subject to ridicule.  But when it is a "man" or rather a man who looks like a corpse (and there are many men who look far better at that age than Hefner, including my former landlord), it's okay.

To try and justify this makes me absolutely sick to my stomach.  If Hef weren't a millionaire publisher who happened to make his fortune in trafficking in naked women's images but a plumber or even a lawyer, people would be offended.  But robbing the cradle is okay as long as the man is filthy rich.

If his new bride Crystal doesn't take on a lover her own age while "married" to this corpse, she's a bigger fool than I ever thought possible.

I wonder what his first wife, Mildred Williams Hefner, thinks of this latest news, assuming she is alive.

This bit from Wikipedia may explain why Hef is so fucked up in the head when it comes to women:

Hefner married Northwestern University student Mildred Williams in 1949. They had two children, Christie (born November 8, 1952) and David (born August 30, 1955). Before the wedding, Mildred confessed that she had had an affair while he was away in the Army; he called the admission "the most devastating moment of my life." A 2006 E! True Hollywood Story profile of Hefner revealed that Mildred allowed him to sleep with other women, out of guilt for her infidelity and in the hopes that it would preserve their marriage. They divorced in 1959. 

I read someplace he was actually a virgin when he married, so his wife's transgression had to have hurt him a lot.

Still, I can't justify his preying on women young enough to be his great-granddaughters.