Ever since I saw my first photo of Bettie Page (prolly 7th or 8th grade), I've had a serious crush. That crush began to effect me in ways I can't understand/explain myself. Since I was introduced to her beauty, I always went after brunettes with bangs; girls that carry themselves with class and good posture; women with huge, sparkling eyes; and ladies with good taste in high-heeled shoes. I fell in love with Gretchen Moll after seeing The Notorious Bettie Page (watch it if you haven't), I've always dug girls with pin-up tattoos (always wanted to get this photo of Bettie if I ever got a tattoo), and even told a girl I used to see for a bit that I thought she was gorgeous because she reminded me of Gretchen/Bettie.
Bettie died yesterday at the age of 85. Take a moment at some point after reading this to do a google image search of Bettie and appreciate how such a smart, polite, down-home girl from Tennessee could become empowered, appreciate her body and not be ashamed to show it (very tabboo in the 1950s), rise to prominence, make countless men fall in love with her through simple photos, and be a symbol simultaneouly for misogyny/ female sexuality/ women's (womyn's) liberation/ pornography/ sexual deviancy/ and female beauty.
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Betty Page is amazing. Always has been. Always will be. I rock buttons of her on my gig bag
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