In the Name of Dov(continued)
OH, HI In another AA ad Still, both strangers and my friends alike ask me about Dov all the time. Their questions are usually along these lines: "Oh, that's you half-naked right there? That's totally cool. So, isn't Dov Charney like a huge perv?" It's the "isn't" that really gets to me, because it means that everyone just assumes he is nasty. To which I say no, not at all. Yes, he is sexual. He is a man with a penis. So what if he vocalizes it a little more than your male typical coworker/roommate/ex-boyfriend? As long as he doesn't try to stick in you, who cares? Let's get to the assumptions: You probably assume that I am a dumb ho who is too strung out on coke and low self-esteem to note the difference between a compliment and harassment. Sorry to disappoint. My upbringing was incredibly boring, complete with a cute dog and an involved father. I go to a damn good college in the Hudson Valley and I love my friends more than you love yours. Nothing I do is an attempt to channel self-loathing or to make up for crappy relationships. I think my nearly naked ads on the back covers of your magazines and newspapers are funny. When I am old and my metabolism gives up on my steady diet of cheese popcorn and my once-glorious boobs are no longer perfect, at least I will have the proof that once upon a time I didn't go to the gym and I was still pretty fucking hot.
THE MAN BEHIND THE CAMERA Dov Charney (Photo: Getty Images) I talk to Dov a few times a month over the phone. Usually it's a short conversation. He just wants to check in, make sure I'm alright. I ask how his life is going, how the new mannequins are going, if he's seen any good porn lately. He asks if I have seen any myself lately, how school is going, if I'm putting the vibrator to good use. How we got to be such good friends is a mystery. Maybe it's because we both divide our lives between Los Angeles and New York. He understands how it feels to miss palm trees or the smell of snow, depending on which city I'm in at the time. Or maybe it's just because you have to feel a bond with someone in order to let him dribble lube all over you. Whatever the reason, our conversations always end the same way, in a serious tone of voice bereft of the usual playful lisp. "Call me anytime, Claire, for anything. I'm always here for you." And you know what? I would. READ MORE Snap Judgments: X17 owner Brandy Navarre on paparazzi principles, and why she just may be Britney's best friend Prime-Time Lolitas: With the writers' strike over, Radar salutes the nymphets of scripted television Today's Top Stories |
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