“I think he can find a lot worse available on the Internet these days. I think people make such a big deal sometimes about it, when I feel like it just comes down to how you raise your child and how you explain things to your kid. … Evan and I will have that conversation someday.”
The ever-eloquent Jenny McCarthy, discussing what her son probably thinks of her Playboy shoots. Isn’t she just the most, friends? I think she’ll have a leg to stand on when talking about the first shoot done back in the nineties, because she was kind of relevant back in The Day, but this second one? The one she just up and decided to do in celebration for her fortieth birthday? Well. It just screams “Desperation!” and “I have no friends to take me out for a birthday dinner so tits!” and frankly, I think that’s going to freak her son out just a little bit when he’s old enough to know better.
Don’t get me wrong, guys. I’m not one of those people who think that their parents didn’t have sex (or worse, still don’t have sex), but this is just odd. Putting myself in the place of a kid whose mother posed in various stages of NUDIE MAG, I think I’d have to go ahead and say, “Aww, Ma. Ugh! Come on now! What were you thinking?” to which the answer would probably be MONIES, to which I would shake my head and furrow my eyebrows, wondering where I’d gone wrong.
… And Ma, if you’re reading this, there’re no nude pictorials from lad magazines featuring you and floating around anywhere out there, are there? Are there?