Back in the days before computers were really important, I sent actual photographs and a letter to Playboy. They liked me enough to send me a real letter on real Playboy letterhead paper asking me for more photos. I thought this was kind of cool. So I sent them some more photos, and they wrote me back a very kind rejection letter saying that I’d be kept on file for future consideration. I never heard from them again. Then I became completely distracted pursuing things that didn’t involve me being nude in magazines and forgot all about it.
Until I heard about most recent Playboy’s Casting Call being held in New York City. Alas, I am now too old according to their age restrictions. But, my friend, Gwen, was just the right age. By that I mean she was between 18 and 28.
Gwen submitted her photos via email, and they called her to the W Hotel in Times Square for an in-person strip and interview. I went with her for some moral support, and to witness other doe-eyed hopefuls who dream of appearing in Playboy themselves. There were a lot of them.
I asked Gwen why she wanted to do this. “You’re only young once and I’m doing this for fun. I think I look pretty good.” Gwen has a rocking body, all natural blonde hair and is just generally gorgeous. She’s also a photographer who shoots models herself. “I thought it would be fun to get in front of the camera for a change.”
I hoped everyone wouldn’t be so rational. That would be really boring.
As we entered the hotel lobby, I encountered exactly what I had hoped to see. A cluster-fuck of scantily clad women in Forever 21′s trashiest looks, and some even slightly intoxicated girls with modeling dreams. This was just in the lobby!