Today’s the Day to See a Tennis Player Naked
In case you’d forgotten why there’s a big red circle around the 18th on your calendar, let me remind you: The Ashley Harkleroad issue of Playboy hits the stands today (click image for larger pic). For those who aren’t in the know (it’s okay to play dumb, I understand ... you have a wife and stuff), Harkleroad is a tennis player who is slightly better at being attractive than she is at playing tennis, which isn’t saying a whole lot seeing as she’s ranked 65th in the world. So, to further her career, she did what any father would want his daughter to do: pose nude for a national publication.↵↵ESPN the Mag interviewed Ashley earlier this week, and the results revealed two things: She loves the camera and she thinks Playboy is classy.↵
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↵⇥What happened with the offer? How did you decide to pose?↵⇥↵⇥↵⇥My boyfriend and my agents negotiated the deal for me. It's something entirely different than playing tennis, and I enjoy being in front of a camera. ↵⇥
↵⇥↵⇥What do you think are the advantages of it?↵⇥↵⇥
↵⇥↵⇥I'm not sure yet. I'm just going to have to see where it can take me. I really do enjoy being in front of a camera, though, so I'd like to do more photo shoots and the like.↵⇥
↵⇥↵⇥You've talked about enjoying being in front of the camera. How was the shoot itself?↵⇥↵⇥
↵⇥↵⇥I was having a good time and trying to feel sexy in my own body; I think it worked. The pictures and the layout came out very classy. Playboy is a very classy operation all around.↵⇥
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↵I must’ve missed something here. If I enjoy being in front of the camera (which clearly I do), does that mean I have to pose naked at some point? I really hope not. No one wants that. And why – WHY!? – does every woman who takes off her clothes for Playboy insist on telling us how “classy” the whole operation is? Your nude photos will inevitably end up in one place: Next to the toilet in the basement of a frat house. I assure you, there is nothing classy about that. Except for the summer and splash scented Febreze that rests right next to your ass.↵
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