You know… I wish I had something a little more exciting to show you for my rejection letter from Playboy (received at some point during my college years, as I recall). I was hoping for an acceptance letter, obviously, but even in lieu of that, I certainly didn’t expect this utterly bland rejection, mailed on a quarter-sheet of paper.
Still, you have to look at it from the editorial perspective: Anything less than bland could be seen as encouraging people to send them more of the same unpublishable crap. So maybe Playboy has/had the right idea. If you’d like, compare their rejection letter to the giggler from Hustler, here. Which one would you rather get in the mail?
