Hi, all.
Are there any daughters out there who grew up with Playboy in the house? For me, seeing them arrive as a regular subscription in the mail, then housed in the bathroom magazine rack, like they were as much of a staple as, say, toilet paper or the bottle of Old Spice on the shelf above the toilet....that standard of womanhood and of objectification went straight to my brain and clung as snugly to my neural pathways as did the shoe-tying lesson my father gave me one morning when he was still in bed and I was sitting cross-legged on the carpet. I think I was about six-years old, maybe younger? I've felt self-conscious about my body my entire life. And no matter how beautiful my body is, I've always felt shame for it not being this, or that, or something that was handed down to me as a standard I could never live up to. What was it like for you? I'd like to hear from men and women. Was Playboy a household item when you were growing up?
Are there any daughters out there who grew up with Playboy in the house? For me, seeing them arrive as a regular subscription in the mail, then housed in the bathroom magazine rack, like they were as much of a staple as, say, toilet paper or the bottle of Old Spice on the shelf above the toilet....that standard of womanhood and of objectification went straight to my brain and clung as snugly to my neural pathways as did the shoe-tying lesson my father gave me one morning when he was still in bed and I was sitting cross-legged on the carpet. I think I was about six-years old, maybe younger? I've felt self-conscious about my body my entire life. And no matter how beautiful my body is, I've always felt shame for it not being this, or that, or something that was handed down to me as a standard I could never live up to. What was it like for you? I'd like to hear from men and women. Was Playboy a household item when you were growing up?
