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>Julie Burchill,
Times are changing and men and women are coming to terms with the nasty things that happen to their souls when beauty is sold to the highest bidder. When asked what he would have been if not a fantastically rich footballer, Peter Crouch answered, ‘A virgin.’ A book by Holly Madison, the American reality TV star and ex-‘chief girlfriend’ of Hugh Hefner, details exactly what a modern gold-digger can expect; habitually drugging oneself in order to be able to submit one’s 23-year-old body to the arthritic caresses of a 90-year-old, 9 p.m. curfews, bestiality porn to put one in the mood for love, and carpets reeking of urine from the Boss’s posse of dogs.

Madison writes of her shock at first witnessing the Hefner’s behaviour in a disco, when he gets up to boogie; ‘I was genuinely mortified for him…had no one told him how silly he looked?’ Of course not — and his Magic Mirror had probably told him that he was the greatest dancer, as well as lover.

No matter how men judge women’s looks, it must remain a mystery to them that the plainest woman can get sex any time she wants, while even decent-looking men are reduced to masturbating and/or paying for it. Maybe the Magic Mirror is more of a comfort blanket, after all?

Julie Burchill’s books include Ambition, I Knew I was Right and Unchosen: Memoirs of a Philo-Semite.