6 replies on “Learning Day: The Playboy Bunny Employee Manual”
It is a good thing that wide swaths of our culture have been shaped by a tiny handful of creeps and aspiring crypto-cultists. You can look at the world today and see their handprints and think, oh this is the way I want things to be.
This sounds very much like the rules airlines had for stewardesses in the 60s and 70s. Very possibly 80s. There were absolutely nuts rules about weight, makeup and hair, indulging drunken businessmen who got all handsy, serving even more drinks to those businessmen on demand after they had puked in the bathroom…
Which was not only horribly demeaning, but particularly wild considering how the FAA wanted stewardesses to be able to focus on saving passenger lives in the event of a firey crash landing on an interstate highway.
But sure, while engines 2 and 3 were spewing smoke and sparks, TWA or Pan Am wanted to be sure their stewardesses were smiling broadly enough at the account executive who was asking if she could buckle him up a little tighter….
This honestly doesn’t sound any different from the policies I’ve had working at restaurants and retail. Some of the glamour stuff is over the top, but I’ve never worked a corporate job where I was allowed to eat or drink on the floor. I’ve worked a bunch of jobs that forbid you from giving any contact information or dating customers and coworkers.
I’ve worked at jobs that require uniforms and provide no part of them.
Other than the standard 1960-70’s sexist stuff, you could make this an Olive Garden employee manual. I’ve had people I know get in trouble for things they do outside of work. A lot of service and entertainment industry jobs won’t let you work for outside similar jobs without permission.
To be fair, I’m not saying any of this should be the way, simply that almost none of this seemed as shocking as I expected.
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Is our world bad?
All of that for… what, exactly? Giving boners to the most vanilla heterosexual men on earth? I’ve seen more men who are into the Playboy Bunny costume as a crossdressing humiliation thing than men who genuinely desire a Bunny. It’s outmoded to the point of satire. Misery without reason.
I wonder how many people who went to this club explicitly *wanted* the kind of. Sexless sexiness. The dream, with no threat of reality intruding. Obviously we assume a majority of the customers were there to BELIEVE in the dream; this time they would get to fuck, surely. But if there’s one thing I know, there’s always people out there who desire nothing more then a saintly image of perfection they’re never allowed to touch.
I thought it would be way worst, instead it sadly more normal then I thought. With the sad part being this is normal in many ways
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6 replies on “Learning Day: The Playboy Bunny Employee Manual”
It is a good thing that wide swaths of our culture have been shaped by a tiny handful of creeps and aspiring crypto-cultists. You can look at the world today and see their handprints and think, oh this is the way I want things to be.
This sounds very much like the rules airlines had for stewardesses in the 60s and 70s. Very possibly 80s. There were absolutely nuts rules about weight, makeup and hair, indulging drunken businessmen who got all handsy, serving even more drinks to those businessmen on demand after they had puked in the bathroom…
Which was not only horribly demeaning, but particularly wild considering how the FAA wanted stewardesses to be able to focus on saving passenger lives in the event of a firey crash landing on an interstate highway.
But sure, while engines 2 and 3 were spewing smoke and sparks, TWA or Pan Am wanted to be sure their stewardesses were smiling broadly enough at the account executive who was asking if she could buckle him up a little tighter….
This honestly doesn’t sound any different from the policies I’ve had working at restaurants and retail. Some of the glamour stuff is over the top, but I’ve never worked a corporate job where I was allowed to eat or drink on the floor. I’ve worked a bunch of jobs that forbid you from giving any contact information or dating customers and coworkers.
I’ve worked at jobs that require uniforms and provide no part of them.
Other than the standard 1960-70’s sexist stuff, you could make this an Olive Garden employee manual. I’ve had people I know get in trouble for things they do outside of work. A lot of service and entertainment industry jobs won’t let you work for outside similar jobs without permission.
To be fair, I’m not saying any of this should be the way, simply that almost none of this seemed as shocking as I expected.
…
…
Is our world bad?
All of that for… what, exactly? Giving boners to the most vanilla heterosexual men on earth? I’ve seen more men who are into the Playboy Bunny costume as a crossdressing humiliation thing than men who genuinely desire a Bunny. It’s outmoded to the point of satire. Misery without reason.
I wonder how many people who went to this club explicitly *wanted* the kind of. Sexless sexiness. The dream, with no threat of reality intruding. Obviously we assume a majority of the customers were there to BELIEVE in the dream; this time they would get to fuck, surely. But if there’s one thing I know, there’s always people out there who desire nothing more then a saintly image of perfection they’re never allowed to touch.
I thought it would be way worst, instead it sadly more normal then I thought. With the sad part being this is normal in many ways