Is it wrong to get a little tingly from looking at a manikin dressed in a slutty fashion?
There are several clothing stores in downtown Manhattan Beach. Several favor themselves as just this side of New York chic.
They might be, I have no clue.
I am standing in front of one that has two manikins. Both are dressed in what appears to be high classed hooker outfits. I can’t imagine anyone else wearing this stuff.
One of the manikins was dressed in a sloppy fashion. One shoulder has slipped and the breast of the manikin is exposed.
You had me at hello.
Why is that exciting?
Its not even a very life like manikin.
The head is a slimly shaped oblong in a vaguely human shape.
Then it hits me.
Its the hint of hotness.
Your mind makes the dirty.
I say your mind because my mind starts dirty and only occasionally goes clean.
Its a fundamental difference in perspective.
Here is an excellent example.
This morning, a woman stood next to me on the corner and asked me if I had the time.
That seems like an innocent question, right?
I went obscene before she finished her sentence.
I had to wait a second to get clean enough to answer.
You all would have been proud of me, I only told her what time it is.
And yet, some of you are probably a little miffed (Yes, miffed) that I didn’t take the opportunity to play with her head, creating chaos as I go.
I try to remember that I am not nearly as entertaining outside of my own head or off of the blog as I think I am and I try not to inflict myself on the innocents in life.
Besides, there are so many guilty out there to play with I don’t really suffer.
I think I am really the person that marketing people dream about. I’m highly susceptible to all of the advertising tricks.
I read an article about the subliminal tricks the ad men use.
Hard core drinks, they say, have a death wish. So the ad men put little hidden skulls in the glasses of hard liquor shown in ads. The critics at the time said this was absolute bullshit.
Sales shot thru the roof.
This might explain my love of good whiskey in my twenties.
The practice is now rampant in advertising.
And I don’t think thats a bad thing.
At work, with our personal relationships, hell in dealing with family, we do our best to figure out what works best in terms of presentation to allow us to manipulate the hell out of the situation to our advantage.
For those who bristle at the word manipulation and you would never manipulate a situation, pull the pedastal out of your ass and admit, that you especially are a manipulative dick/bitch. (Whichever applies.)
I tend to over indulge my inner asshole and allow him to run the ship a lot, more now than before this blog happened.
The way I look at it, I am trying to point out the Slutty Manikin in all of us.
(Now that is a twisted phrase, but is it REALLY bullshit?)