Page 3 looked 'silly' and 'cheesy', because in today's world, contrarily, it retained an uncomfortable innocence. People today can be sated on a feast of vile internet porn even lauded perverse literary porn, such as Fifty Shades, and readily available porn on Sky and Virgin TV.
The hard edged modern ruthlessness and obfuscation is conveyed in every walk of life, from school attainment targets, to 'Apprentice' style commercial practices, to rich world protectionism, to the politically correct lynch mob, to institutional stitch ups like Chilcot, the IPCC and the CQC.
Everything must look perfect. No tits or willies to be seen, the homeless penned in hostels, prejudices silenced, 'Occupy' cleared from the streets, complaints lodged and 'dealt with' and no corruption easily identifiable; but scratch the surface and the maggots roil.
Page 3 irritated because it was too real and deliciously anarchic. It allowed a person to bypass the nation's system of education and PC requirements. Sugar could bellow 'You're fired' to his heart's content. Feminists could huff and puff. The privileged could sneer, but the models could nevertheless enjoy fame and success, purely on the basis of their boobs.
Feminism and its associates have indeed become part of mainstream culture, but the fact remains, that despite all the waxing and electrolysis, the legs and the lips still remain hairy.
The Times newspaper would not carry this post - Case proven!