lcr...@home.ca wrote:
>On Thu, 28 Sep 2017 07:46:33 -0400, Ubiquitous <
web...@polaris.net>
>wrote:
>> I don't think he got where he is by being a moron, but from what I've heard
>>and read, his life at the mansion was pretty pathetic.
>
>I heard he had a pretty good private zoo and put on good fireworks
>shows each year.
"Hefner’s Mansion Embodied Hedonistic Fun and Darker Impulses
Seemingly everyone in Hollywood has a story about the Playboy
Mansion. Some of them are ugly."
By BROOKS BARNESSEPT. 28, 2017
LOS ANGELES — Everyone in Hollywood has a Playboy Mansion story. Many are
unprintable.
But the tale that best sums up Hugh Hefner’s den of iniquity, for a lot of
women, comes from Sharan Magnuson, who arrived in Hollywood in 1980 to pursue
an acting career and soon discovered a side of the Playboy Mansion that most
people never discussed — certainly not if they wanted to be invited back.
“At first, it was magical,” Ms. Magnuson, who went on to become a senior
executive at Warner Bros., said by phone on Thursday, a day after the death of
Playboy’s founder, Hugh Hefner. “Glamorous. Fun. The mansion in perfect
condition. Beautiful banquet spreads. You’d go outside and there were
flamingos and monkeys. And Hef, who would come downstairs later, was always
gracious and cool.”
Some of his male guests? Not so much.
In the mid-1980s, Ms. Magnuson, who was then known as Sharan Lea, and a
girlfriend were invited to the mansion on a Sunday: movie night. She was not
naïve, and ran with a hard-partying crowd. But she did not expect to find
herself cornered outside — near the mansion’s famous grotto, with its three
mammoth hot tubs and wooden shelves stocked with jumbo bottles of Johnson’s
Baby Oil. A guy who had seemed nice suddenly had nine hands.
“He tried to get me into the cave, and, when I refused, he really manhandled
me,” Ms. Magnuson said. “I felt violated.”
She said she had managed to push away her assailant, who disappeared into the
house. Within minutes, two guards approached her. “They said, ‘We’re sorry,
but Mr. Hefner is asking you to leave the property,’” Ms. Magnuson recalled.
“Banned from the Playboy Mansion for refusing one of his gross friend’s sexual
advances — total badge of honor,” Ms. Magnuson said. (She later added in a
text message: “One of the reason ingénues accepted invitations to the mansion
was to have a nice meal. Sad but true. I was the proverbial starving actress
back then.”)
The debauchery at the Playboy Mansion continued for another two and a half
decades. In 2005, Mr. Hefner’s reality show, “The Girls Next Door,” became a
tawdry hit and introduced a new generation to the property.
Like so many things in Hollywood, though, the reality had become quite
different from the carefully crafted image. Rather than a rollicking pleasure
palace, the mansion had become quite sad by 2009, when I spent time at the
mansion for an article that would be headlined “The Loin in Winter.” Mr.
Hefner’s struggling Playboy Enterprises was renting out the grounds nonstop
for corporate events. He had lost most of his hearing but was still trying to
pass off his silk-pajama shtick.
I remember being horrified by the aviary, which was stacked thick with white
bird excrement. Daylight was not kind to the grotto; a wet, dirty pad
resembling a small mattress appeared to be rotting in an alcove. The flamingos
that once prowled the property were long gone (or hiding in shame) and the
monkey cages, while clean, seemed to epitomize the place — an icky vestige of
another era.
Two years later, the grotto pools would be linked to an outbreak of
Legionnaires’ disease.
The stone house, built in 1927 for an heir to the Broadway and Bullock’s
department store fortune, may well have another act. Located a few hundred
feet off Sunset Boulevard and abutting the Los Angeles Country Club, the
Playboy Mansion was purchased last year by J. Daren Metropoulos, a businessman
and heir to a fortune built on Chef Boyardee meatballs, Pabst Blue Ribbon beer
and Bumble Bee tuna. The sale had one condition: Mr. Hefner could live there
until his death.
Mr. Metropoulos has fastidiously avoided the spotlight, refusing to answer
questions about his plans. But as the Hefner era fades into history, it should
be remembered that for all the hedonistic fun the mansion seemed to epitomize,
it contained many dark corners.