Playboy model Terri Lynn Farrow at MySpace: in my opinion, a worthy candidate for Playmate.
Unfortunately for her
, I'm already supporting another Louisianan, Terri Lynn Farrow
, for Playmate of the Month.
Since sports seems to be the least hated of the four institutions by those who would dismiss Playboy centerfolds as kitsch, I'll try to explain Terri Lynn Farrow
as something like a Joe DiMaggio or Muhammad Ali: one who can express beautiful individuality through a medium of mass entertainment with conventions and clichés already familiar to millions through decades of exposure.
As it happens, Farrow
impresses me by still not having implants of any kind-if the photo on newsstands now is a reliable indicator.
The long hair that falls over her
petite breasts is an obviously dyed, platinum shade of blond.
The October 2007 Playboy
won't tell you this, but her
modestly trimmed pubic hair is that darker shade of blond naturally, according to the video.
must have figured that guys would notice the juxtaposition: hair dyed a nature-defying color over nature's own breasts.
In the twenty-first century, Farrow
has something in common with the men who ogle her
can have the complex, Rabelaisian pleasure of understanding the quirky nuances of her
own sexual behavior in light of evolutionary psychology.
Like the heliocentric astronomy of Copernicus and Galileo and the evolutionary biology of Darwin and Wallace, this paradigm shift frightens and disturbs even as it opens up new possibilities for dialogue on perennial human issues like entertainment and the arts.
can be anybody's muse in any such indirect manner (with all due modesty!), she
deserves a centerfold.