The strange success of Rabbit Hole (strange because it reveals little new about the Mansion or Hef) thrives on the tension between nostalgia for a pre-sexual revolution world (men and women knew what their roles were) and many women’s ferocious disdain for gender relations right now. Or Emma Sulkowicz, who carried a mattress around Columbia’s campus to protest an alleged rape. Think of Hannah Bouveng, who won $18 million from a jury in an ugly sexual harassment suit against her stalk-y boss. Rabbit Hole has stayed on the best-seller list for eight weeks because it mixes these opposing elements with a more modern and primal malaise-women’s rage against men in a world in which sexual mores are shifting more quickly than you can say affirmative consent. But she also channels feminist tell-alls, especially that of Gloria Steinem, whose rousing 1963 article about her life undercover as a bunny launched her career. At times, she seems like a twentieth-century gold digger-a word I kept thinking of while reading Down the Rabbit Hole, her best-selling exposé of her years at the Playboy Mansion. Holly Madison is a star but in some ways she is from another galaxy. Holly Madison attends a signing for her new book “Down the Rabbit Hole: Curious Adventures and Cautionary Tales of a Former Playboy Bunny” (Photo: Ethan Miller/Getty Images)
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