If you were a boy growing up in the late ’50s or early ’60s, the Playboy centerfold pages were a breath-catching revelation: they were the first — and for years, most likely the only — glimpse you were apt to get of an actual naked female. Now we live in an age when nothing is left to the imagination, when teenagers text one another with naked photos of themselves, and when staggering amounts of pornography are available free on the Web. By Internet standards, and even by the standards of the other X-rated men’s magazines — a dwindling and increasingly unprofitable business these days — the Playboy photo spreads are practically chaste. So why on earth would anyone think some glossy magazine photos of Lindsay Lohan, about whom we already know far too much — her D.U.I.’s and failed rehabs, her shoplifting, her electronic ankle bracelet, her stumbling around in nightclubs, etc. — were worth a million bucks?Sounds about right.
The answer is precisely all that tabloid baggage she drags with her, and the spectacular way she has managed to derail her career, even outdoing Britney Spears in this regard. Her history certifies her as genuinely scandalous, rather than merely naughty, and brings a measure of real-life messiness to pages otherwise devoted to pneumatic, girl-next-door types who seemed to have accidentally shed their clothing on the way back from the library or from doing chores on the farm.
Also, at London's Daily Mail, "Dina Lohan claims Lindsay's semi-nude Playboy shoot will be 'tastefully done' (as she plugs new tell-all book)."
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