Playboy Bunny (Really?!?)
Thanks if you've hopped over from A.S. Fenichel's blog. And no pun intended, one year I was a Playboy Bunny. Yes, that is quite funny because I am the one person who would never, ever, in a million years work as a Playboy Bunny nor pose as one. I am strong, opinionated, do what I want, when I want and was raised that way. I do not think of myself as a sex symbol or sexy or any of the adjectives that generally describe a woman who dresses herself up in a costume like that.
For this one time though, in college, some wild hair (or is that hare?) got into me and I decided to do it. At the time, I had the hourglass figure and God-given bust most girls would die for. It was an easy costume and it was only for one night.
For most of the evening, I enjoyed the male attention. I had a date so no one was overly aggressive. I felt sexy and grown up and desired. Something every woman wants and needs. But as the night went on, I grew tired of the "Are those really yours?" referring to my breasts. We called it a night early and my patient and steady boyfriend got the benefit of my newfound sexiness.
For one night, it was worth playing the game. But I only want to play on my own terms. I found a new respect for women who must wear clothing that is tight or form fitting for their careers. Even the high heels were a pain and I couldn't wait to get out of those.
Time to hop over to Brenda Margriet's blog. All pun intended this time!
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