And
the pictures weren't sexy or erotic, just boring and dumb. Tired-looking
women on the beach or in quasi-Victorian settings. (I'll never understand
Playboy's penchant for Victoriana. Is it the male equivalent of corset-busters?
Do all men secretly want to be Fabio?) They were all creepy. Not good-creepy
like the slutty teen look, but bad-creepy, like exhausted 80s porno
stars that look like all they really want is a cigarette. That was
the worst part. I wondered why my boyfriend needed to pay $6.95 a
pop to jack off to these really dull girls that are nothing like me.
Not that I'm not dumb or boring; I'm just an entirely different
kind of dumb and boring.
And
the pictures weren't sexy or erotic, just boring and dumb. Tired-looking
women on the beach or in quasi-Victorian settings. (I'll never understand
Playboy's penchant for Victoriana. Is it the male equivalent of corset-busters?
Do all men secretly want to be Fabio?) They were all creepy. Not good-creepy
like the slutty teen look, but bad-creepy, like exhausted 80s porno
stars that look like all they really want is a cigarette. That was
the worst part. I wondered why my boyfriend needed to pay $6.95 a
pop to jack off to these really dull girls that are nothing like me.
Not that I'm not dumb or boring; I'm just an entirely different
kind of dumb and boring.
