Farrah’s was the first poster I affixed to the wall of my college dorm room after I unpacked my bags there for the first time in August, 1976. I was smitten, as were millions of other young - and not-so-young men. She was radiant and sexy and yet, Farrah’s appeal was of a wholesome and classically American nature that has since seemingly vanished from the scene. RIP, gorgeous.
Say again.
While looking thru all the posted pictures of her I found it nice to not see a tat one and she kept her clothes on. She did just the right cheescake to make herself very appealing without becoming a slut. (pardon the word) Imagination is more appealing that crude nudity.