Happy holiday weekend, everyone! Last December, I posed the question “who is the Playgirl?” Here’s a bit of an answer (that should’ve been given sooner here but life and work got in the way).

She is not your mother’s or father’s version of a playgirl. She’s still a sensualist who enjoys the finer things and lovers in life, but that doesn’t mean she demands uninterrupted decadence in her life. She has no problem going sans fards, drinking cheap wine, and resting her libido (after taking it to the limit with one or two bedmates the night before). If anything, it’s about living her life her way, doing whatever and whoever she pleases. With the latter, after sizing up her potential bedmate, she likes to make the first move–an act that sometimes surprises her men that are used to a more submissive partner. This Playgirl is no docile doormat to her lovers whatsoever. And her assertiveness extends outside the bedroom. She side-eyes gender expectations and sneers at double standards. She knows you think of her as a slut, whore, bad girl, rebel, or even a bitch, so tell her something she’s doesn’t know. She’s sophisticated and gritty, but never unpolished. She pushes luxury cars and motorcycles and wears leather jackets from Allsaints with old cheap jeans and boots from Goodwill. (With clothes and lovers, if it looks and feels good to her, it’s hers.) She works–at her dream job, naturally, and happens to be successful with it; the Playgirl is a woman of substance, talent, and creativity with more influence than an Influencer. She is a beauty that’s all-natural, exotic, youthful, healthy, and inviting–never bland, plastic, and frigid. She is magnetic, hypnotic, but don’t get too close to her, for she doesn’t seek commitment or romance. Don’t worry–the Playgirl respects your boundaries, as long as you respect hers. She prefers to have the last word. And she’ll be coming soon.

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