Bunny Luv
By C.V.
Beck
Way, way, way back in the 60s,
hangin’ out in “da village”(yes, that village), I met a guy,
Bill, at the Cafe Feenjon who was working as a manager at the Playboy Club
“uptown.”
He arranged for me to go up there for an
interview. I went, scared to death. I was seen by the Bunny Mother, a very
pleasant-looking woman with a reddish-brown flip and contact lenses. She wanted
me to not wear my black horn-rimmed glasses while working and also to put socks
in the breastworks of the bunny costume. She took my picture with a polaroid, as
I was bunny-dipping uncomfortably,with no glasses and with pairs of tube type
sports socks stuffed in there.
We
chatted a bit and I really didn’t want to put in or on socks, take off
glasses, or wear 3 inch spikes, etc. Needless to say, I was not hired there,
much to my relief.
The Bunny Mom turned
out to be Gloria Steinem...in a previous incarnation, naturally. It was the 60s
after all!
Posted: Sat - March 1, 2008 at 04:21 PM
