Neverlands

As Michael Jackson's day in court rapidly approaches, there's news that authorities have once again raided his Neverland Ranch. They are searching for evidence to lock Jacko away for a good long stretch, and ensure that “the man who would be Pan” can no longer frolic with any Lost Boys.

The obvious comparison here is with J.M. Barrie, the pint-sized writer from Scotland who, in the early 20th Century, wrote the prototype that gave rise to Jacko's most heated fantasies. Barrie himself the subject of a current movie starring Johnny Depp, imagined a Neverland populated by riotous orphan boys--a sort of Lord of the Flies with a fairy. Barrie was moved to create this world because of his relationship with the Llewelyn Davis family--five young boys (including one named Peter) who, along with their mother, became the focal point of his life. (The story is charted in great detail in Andrew Birkin's J.M. Barrie & the Lost Boys, the book on which the Depp movie, Finding Neverland, is based.) But while Jacko may or may not have had some inappropriate dealings with his younger friends, there is no indication that Barrie's interest was ever anything but pure. In fact, according to Davis, Barrie was asexual, and even though he was married to a long-suffering wife (mostly because she was shunted aside in favour of his other "family"), she eventually tired of his lack of passion and left him for someone more vigorous.

But it wasn't Barrie who first sprung to mind after reading about the latest Neverland raid. No, I thought about another Peter Pan, one in his own way just as lost in adolescent reverie as Michael Jackson, but one whose proclivities are more socially acceptable: Hugh Hefner.

Think about it: Like Jackson, Hugh Hefner's emotional growth seems to have been stunted somewhere before maturity. In Jackson's case, it appears to have stopped on the cusp of puberty, which meant that his alleged objects of affection were pre-pubescent boys. Hefner was lucky enough to be a hearty heterosexualist who ended up some place in his late teens, so his preferences were at least legal, if not necessarily always laudable. (Athough this seems to break down according to gender, with more men than women cheering on the exploits of an old dog "dating" women young enough to be his granddaughters, and more women than men apt to gag at a spectacle that holds all the optical appeal of Anna Nicole Smith cuddling her late moneybags Methuselah.)

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