In our early lives we are all taught that being a bimbo is a bad thing. They are dumb, dangerous, too sexual, egocentric etc. etc. etc. But at some point in all of ours lives that prejudice got overturned. We learned to think for ourselves and decided that wanting to be a bimbo was not something to be ashamed about. I'm curious if rolemodels (celebrity or not) played any part in that transition for you all. I'll start with two personal examples, one celebrity and one not.
The first Bimbo that made a deep impression on me was Pamela Anderson. I was very young when Baywatch aired and in my conservative background she was openly condemned: she was the prime example of a 'bad woman'. And i loved her looks and het sex apeal from the start. As young as i was i could tell that women talked bad about her jealously and men talked down on her with hidden lust. It made her mystifying! Later in life when i got somewhat wiser my feelings towards her became more balanced. She made some stupid choices (taste in men) and did some great things (promoting PETA), but whatever way she goes, she will always touch a sweet spot in me!
The second Bimbo was even more important for my personal life and self-confidence. Cindy was a girl in my high-school,she was gorgeous, had great boobs and dared to lots of cleavage,enjoyed attention of all boys it seemend, but was befriended with only a small group. she was a straight A-student and captain of the debateclub. She wasn't popular in the conservartive community and there was much gossip about her, but she walked around school like a diva and i looked up to her so much! And she stole my heart with an incident when i was in third grade. Due to illness i missed a Latin test and my teacher forced me to make it the first i was back at school. I didn't expect that and i hadn't studied so i was in so much stress and i asked hem to postpone but he was very strict and mean about it. Cindy walking to her class next to mine and overheard the whole thing. Ten minutes later i was doing the test in the hallway and she walked out of her classroom to go to the toilet. Without a word she grabbed my test from my desk and took i with her to the bathroom. Five minutes later she returned with my test and another piece of paper with all words translated that i had left blank. She winked and returned to class. A week later she came up to me and asked if i had passed the test. She told me in a very friendly way that i had to learn to stand up for myself. Another cool thing about her was her closing statement at debates. She allways referred to research that proved it was harder to listen to beautiful girls than to regular people, but that would not be a problem for the jugdes because the effect only aplied to people with low IQ. She told that story with a smirky smile, that was so sexy!
Years later i ran into her when i was visiting my hometown. I was surprised she still lived there. We talked shortly and she told me she became a pediatrician at the local hospital. When i told her about the Latin test she rememberred all of it and gave me that same smirky smile. She was still so hot!
