Look, I'm not here to judge whether Marge is crazy to decide to follow in Heidi Pratt's footsteps and pose for Playboy. (I do have to wonder whether or not she's thought about the fact that her goodies are going to be oogled by everyone in Springfield, from Kent Brockman to Supernintendo Chalmers to Milhouse. I mean, the reaction from Ned Flanders alone is going to make inter-neighborly conversation mildly unbearable for at least a month, don't you think? I can't even conceive of poor Lisa's reaction -- horror, surely.) But suffice it to say, I find it bizarre that such a sensible, grounded celebrity as Marge Simpson -- who was once a member of the Citizens' Committee on Moral Hygiene and bulldozed a house of ill-repute! -- would decide to make this career move. Perhaps it was inspired by that time she worked at the erotic bakery? Is she having a mid-life crisis? Does she really need to get Homer's attention (because if so, I hope the pictorial inside involves posing with a donut over each breast)? Clearly, we'll never know. But what I do know is that there is NO WAY the fine people at Playboy didn't have a better option for this cover: Marge is one hot number -- especially for her freakishly indeterminate age -- and she surely could be WORKING this beehive-and-chair look. Instead, I feel like she looks a bit cold and a little freaked out. I expect more hotness from a woman who's been working the same strapless dress for twenty years, don't you?
