In all honesty, I don’t really give a fuck about Hugh Hefner and the fact that he died this week. Personally, I’ve never really never liked him — he’s the type of dude who dresses up the exploitation of women as sexual liberation.
Has he done some good things for the world? Sure. But he’s done some pretty terrible things, too, especially in regards to the women who live in his house. Seriously, look it up — he’s done some pretty fucked up, abusive things to the women in his life, but people dress it up like he’s giving them the world.
So when I heard he died, I wasn’t exactly shaken. While celebs tweeted their memorials to the entrepreneur, I mostly just blocked them out.
But here’s something I can’t ignore: apparently Hefner spent a whopping $75,000 for a crypt next to Marilyn Monroe so he could spend the rest of eternity too.
In fact, his exact words were: “Spending an eternity next to Marilyn is too sweet a deal to pass up.”
Okay, I’m getting so many “ick” feelings from this.
Monroe was Playboy’s first cover girl and, as a struggling actress, even agreed to pose nude for the magazine. She later regretted the decision, but Hefner didn’t care — when she was at the peak of her career, he made a calendar out of her nude photos without her consent.
But that’s not the only thing he would do without her consent.
I get it — Monroe is dead. Why would she care that some old dude is getting buried beside her? At the same time, it just feels all too wrong — not only did Hefner exploit her for his own gain, but he also quite literally never met her before.
So can we stop celebrating a man who has literally spent his whole life capitalizing off the exploitation of women? And who has considered to treat women’s agency as if it’s nothing literally until the day he died? I think we can find better role models to rave about.