I’m not surprised Pamela Anderson is devastated over Hugh Hefner’s death – she was his perfect woman

Pamela Anderson’s appearance at the Balmain fashion show in Paris this week marked a departure from her usual photo opportunity – the Ecuadorian embassy in London – where she regularly visits Julian Assange with bags of food from Pret a Manger.

Looking immaculately turned out but downcast at Balmain, the former Baywatch star only managed a tiny smile – she was said to be devastated by the death of her “friend and mentor” Hugh Hefner.

Pamela’s tribute read “you gave me my life”.

Hefner certainly promoted a certain type of woman, of which Pamela represents the ideal, on the outside at least.

Hefner preferred a woman who exists to give men pleasure, whose appearance conforms to strict rules. Hefner replaced the US ideal of Doris Day with a luscious, ready-for-action pneumatic sex toy.

Why was it considered an “honour” to shed your pants and coyly hide your nipples on the cover of a men’s magazine? Heff used pictures of women pulsating with readiness for sex to sell millions of his magazines and make his fortune. And what freedoms did they get in return? The right to be ogled?

Heff did nothing for real women except impose his bizarre rules – his bunny costumes were basically a prissy way of servicing men without any real action. He hosted pyjama parties in his tawdry mansion where he relied on Viagra and it was lights out at 9pm for his harem of identikit blondes.

Yes, Heff hired smart writers and supported equal rights and integration – but look where America has ended up. Trump surrounds himself with perfectly groomed women very much in the Playboy style – it’s such an old-fashioned view of what it means to be female in 2017.

In the end women have had to fashion our own revolution based on brains, personality and passion – and Hugh Hefner simply became irrelevant.