Sxxy

Sxxy is the kind of store I’d never let my teenage daughter shop at — if I had one. This shop is filled with Playboy bunny fashions: boy shorts and g-​strings bearing rabbit heads, t-​shirts and bottoms with playful, entertain-​me-​as-​a-​sex-​object messages, dresses that look like part of the dress is missing, and other skin-​baring, saucy apparel that belong at Hugh Hefner’s mansion, not on young women in the process of defining themselves as individuals. Everyone who works here looks like they’re trying to be a bunny. But sexy isn’t something you put on, it’s in everyone of us; ironically, the harder you try to sexy, the sexy you are. Too many women are modeling themselves after celebrities and music video divas, instead of finding their own inner sex pot, which can look and feel and act like anything. I don’t like the vibe in this shop. It’s downright unsexy.