Ian Pylvainen ’10 sends us this GQ feature about Marston Hefner, son of Hugh, who is apparently graduating high school and names Wesleyan as his top college choice:
Marston has been busy lately filling out his college applications, deciding where he wants to go. (He’s thinking Wesleyan. “I’m trying to stay away from really earthy schools,” he says. “Like, I wanted to apply to Bard, but from what it said, it was a really granola school. Wesleyan is, like, academically rigorous.”).
It sure is! So, is there a possibility of the elder Hefner showing up on a Parents’ weekend as an involved parent ’12? Maybe pointless speculation, but hey, it’s already in the public domain.
Hefner Jr. seems remarkably grounded considering what you might expect from a kid who grew up in the shadow of Hef Sr.:
For a kid who spent the first eight years of his life in the Playboy Mansion, the mythical home of American male sexuality, Marston seems to keep this place at arm’s length, as though he is from this world but not of it. He seems to have no interest in, say, scoping chicks with Bill Maher at the Midsummer Night’s Dream party. He does not wear silk. He is a former leader of the Human Rights Student Task Force and has strong opinions on Darfur.
…“My, like, expectancy for what girl I’m going to get is, like, so fucked-up. I’ve just been around really hot women my entire life, so the average high school girl won’t do it for me. But instead of making me really care about looks, I look for the personality and a personal connection. Because I’ve been around looks all my life, and it’s like, if I can’t talk to her…”
Watch out, ladies!
Links:
GQ: Next of Skin
he didnt get in….
he didnt get in….
fuck that, dick, I love granola
fuck that, dick, I love granola
classy, 12:43.
classy, 12:43.
not if all these gaytards keep being gay about it
not if all these gaytards keep being gay about it
so anyone know if he’s actually coming?
so anyone know if he’s actually coming?
He might be able to spice up the holdings at Davison Art Center and the Film Center a bit….
He might be able to spice up the holdings at Davison Art Center and the Film Center a bit….
yes. it’s the rule.
yes. it’s the rule.
do only jerks join frats?
do only jerks join frats?
hey don’t be a jerk … we don’t choose our parents … i think it says a lot that he wants to come somewhere like Wes (although you did too, and you’re clearly an asshole)
hey don’t be a jerk … we don’t choose our parents … i think it says a lot that he wants to come somewhere like Wes (although you did too, and you’re clearly an asshole)
this kid is pretty much guaranteed to be an asshole. no doubt he’ll join a frat too
this kid is pretty much guaranteed to be an asshole. no doubt he’ll join a frat too
This could make for a sweet Weseminar
This could make for a sweet Weseminar
“After about forty-five minutes, Hef appears to be losing steam. I turn off the tape recorder, and he rises from the couch. As he does, he rips the kind of fart that one does not even attempt to hide from. No one in the room blinks.”
“After about forty-five minutes, Hef appears to be losing steam. I turn off the tape recorder, and he rises from the couch. As he does, he rips the kind of fart that one does not even attempt to hide from. No one in the room blinks.”
adam totally thought that was self-referential for a second bwahahahha
adam totally thought that was self-referential for a second bwahahahha
Man this kid is slick.
Man this kid is slick.
as long as he brings the bitches
as long as he brings the bitches
this is why I love Wesleyan, fuck US News ratings.– a prefrosh who is not Marston Hefner
this is why I love Wesleyan, fuck US News ratings.
— a prefrosh who is not Marston Hefner
disagreed, man needs to continue procreating and his son needs to come hither. u hear me heffboy, hither.
disagreed, man needs to continue procreating and his son needs to come hither. u hear me heffboy, hither.
Heff’s first daughter graduated with my mom in 1979. The man needs to stop procreating!
Heff’s first daughter graduated with my mom in 1979. The man needs to stop procreating!