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What Working At Vicky’s Secret Taught Me
Your approach to lingerie may reveal more than you think.
by Rajul Punjabi
“Do you think is too much boobage for the first date?” a thirty-something “client” (the preferred term for customer) asked me as she stood in front of me, puffing out her chest like a pigeon during mating season.
“Well, what message are you trying to give?” I’d ask.
“I’m a sexual, seductive diva. But only when I’m in the mood. Which is often, if you treat me right. And I’m not easy. But not a prude.”
“Got it. Try this one.” And I’d hand her the remedy, a Jacquard lace cleavage-enhancing push-up. It wasn’t the most intellectual of talents, but after a while I got pretty good at matching what women wore on the outside with how they saw themselves deep inside.
And I did boast an impressive lingerie collection myself. It’s a brilliant ploy, if you think about it: My paycheck—like those of my comely cohorts —was promptly recycled back into the brand. While we may have been scraping to pay rent, we owned our weight in thongs.
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1 DonnyDiva // Mar 12, 2008 at 11:16 am
Good read. Yeah it’s a shame most women don’t accept themselves until they get older. I mean everyone has things they’d like to change but you either have to learn the skin your in or change it. And even when trying to change yourself you still should have a level of confidence about yourself.
2 Tina // Mar 11, 2008 at 9:30 am
This is a great article. Every woman needs to (learn to) love themselves. Rajul, your point of view is interesting and enlightening. Thanks for sharing!
3 Bonafide Bombshell // Mar 11, 2008 at 9:25 am
Pish-Posh! If I had enough money for a breast reduction, best believe I would have one pronto! Damn these curves, never will I ever “love” anything about them.