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Marge Simpson - the centrefold

Loving the fact that Marge Simpson will be on the cover of the next issue of Playboy (out Friday). Sadly this isn't something we can pick up on the newstands here in the U.A.E. (not that I would be buying it anyway, to be honest) but the idea of a cartoon housewife dollied up in best Playboy bunny style does make me chortle. As is no doubt intended by those clever marketing chaps and chapesses over at Playboy HQ.

A triumph for downtrodden housewives everywhere or a waste of burnt bras? You decide.
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Anonymous said…
Definitely a waste of burnt bras - although, on second thoughts, those Bunnies must have burnt their bras too for they seem to have mislaid their underwear. Are those Bunnies, in fact, misunderstood feminists? I am now confused! Marge - keep your corset on! You have children who will be horrified by your flagrancy.
1:40 pm
Kate B. said…
I think the concept of Bunnies being misunderstood feminists is electrifying. Does that mean Mr Hefner is one too? Hmmm.
5:20 pm
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