I found a box of old Playboy magazines buried in the woods behind my house. I couldn’t have been older than 10 or 11 years old at the time. I spent that afternoon flipping through the pages, discovering a whole new world of excitement, curiosity and wonder.

Hours later, as I warmed my hands by the fire of these same magazines my mom set ablaze, I was left only with the images of naked ladies dancing in my head.

In my haste, I did not read the articles.

At the end of last year, Playboy announced that they would no longer be printing photos of the naked ladies they’d built so much of their brand around.

Their rationale for such a radical shift- images of naked women, no matter how tastefully done, had simply become too passé.