Playboy After Hours
October, 1960
We recently bemoaned the language inflation that turns a trusted bartender into a "beverage host" or a garbage collector into a "sanitation engineer." Our distaste for such lingo lunacy doesn't end with our stand on job titles. Another kind of euphemism that's beginning to bug us is the increasing tendency of cocktail lounges toward cloying cuteness in naming those two doors at the rear – the ones previously, and sanely, labeled men and women. Variations on the basic theme ha...
