Playboy bunnies, the Rage continues.

When he goes for a piss, he'll know just what sort of lady you are.

Hey you guys! (I’m talking like Sloth from the Goonies here, can you tell? Hmm, I’m slightly worried that this might marr the gravitas of what I have to say in this blog. On the other hand the juxtaposition of light hearted, childhood-remininscent humour may be the perfect backdrop by which to juxtapose my next piece, thereby making it seem more weighty by it’s counter-position. Yes)

You may remember my, some might say, ‘unreasonable’ bile at the playboy bunny motif. Read more about this here: https://worldofsheds.wordpress.com/2009/08/25/when-i-grow-up-i-want-to-be/

You’re probably thinking that I’m some sort of birkenstock wearing, sturdy bottomed, linen pant wearing feminist. If that turns you on, continue thinking it. I’m not one to question what you’re attracted to. Anyway, what is “attractive”? Let’s deconstruct that…let’s sit in a circle and ‘rap’ about it. Maybe some light role play questioning society’s views on what is ‘beauty’. Maybe we can spilt up some perfectly good words by putting a hyphen in them in a sexy post-modern way like ‘dis-ease’ or just put every single word in inverted commas in a sligtly questioning (some might say, ‘mocking’) way. Maybe we could use and empty chair to symbolise ‘the man’. I don’t know. I haven’t really thought about the implications of you being attracted to your ‘phantasy’ (spelt this way in the Freudian sense, Freud fans) of me. Anyway, I digress, albeit, erotically.

I suppose I am a feminist, yes.

Anyway, you might remember that what I was specifically enraged was a worrying new trend to have a playboy bunny on simply anything you could lay your square acrylic-ed nails avec ‘nail-art’ed hands on.  I jauntily hypothesised that this bunny might be the worrying aspirational icon for the next generation of women. That worth was denoted by knockers. I suppose much like the ‘porn star in training’ t-shirts that were popular in the late nineties, that being seen as a ‘porn star in training’ was a bit like saying ‘please see me as sexy and therefore more worthy of your time/affections’.  I know someone who is a careers advisor. She says that girls at school really do come and see her and say they want to be a glamour model.  It seems that women themselves are contributing to the myth that the only dimension of worth as a women is being ‘sexy’.  Sexy doesn’t cure illnesses. Unless you are Doctor Sexy.

Anyway, I’ve been patrolling the sector of this part of the country that I’m responsible for and have found some more playboy delights to entrance your eye. Ecce!

If you make your eyes go gozzy, a picture of a slag emerges.

Gasp! Just think! If you had this on your wall! What would the boys think? Oh they’d just think you were fabulous! Oh no, wait.  Just hold on. What would the boys think if your 11 year old daughter had this on her wall?  It’s 3d and everything! Amazing.

And look! Just LOOK! at the bee-yoo-t-i-ful bathroom set you can get from TK Maxx. Nothing says ‘class’ more than a playboy soap dish. Reasonably priced too.  You’ll have some spare change from a fiver to spend on a t-shirt that says ‘This bitch bites’.  Girlfriend (I’m talking like Gok Wan here) your hands might be clean, but he’ll be thinkin’ you is dirrrty.

Please, if you spot any noteworthy playboy merchandise, do let me know so I can mercilessly ridicule it.

Until we meet again, my sweet, sweet rogues.

16 thoughts on “Playboy bunnies, the Rage continues.

  1. I’ve attempted to write this comment several times now, as I try and make some hilarious satirical point. I’m having no success. I think the reason is that the whole playboy-logo scenario is too depressing to be funny about.

  2. you can always digress erotically so far as i am concernedDr A (sexy), not that you need my permission (what a creep)
    The whole sexualition of kids is appalling, 6/7 year olds dressing up like some kind of doxy, egged on by parents , who either don`t care or don`t know better.
    There are some very good reasons for euthenasia and/or sterilisation.
    This may seem a bit extreme but it`s all a bit sick and playboy should take their portion of blame

  3. I saw this in Rogets Thesaurus:

    knobseekers allowance n.
    Funds self allocated by proactive single females specifically for the provision of make up, slutty clothes, boob jobs, playboy goods and other items to make them more attractive to members of the opposite sex

  4. i thought they were bused in already wearing slutty clothes, provided with packs of twenty and motobility meant getting in to some desperate blokes car, with the sole purpose of relieving him of his seman and cash. probably not in that order

  5. magic, a slag is a woman of dubious virtue, other words for this include a ‘slapper’ a ‘slut’ or a ”ho’. I think you would know if you saw one. Google ‘jodie Marsh’.

    Let your eyes cross if you like. On that matter, at least, I’m rather broad minded.

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