Sexy used to be so, I don’t know, sexy. It was Candace Bushnell’s racy confessionals in The New York Observer that begat an HBO show; you know the one. It was “I’m too sexy for my shirt, so sexy it hurts.” It was the Sexiest Man Alive (People) and What Is Sexy? (InStyle). When I was the editor of Allure, we slapped the word on so many magazine covers that we eventually had to amp it up to “supersexy!” Sexy was fun, sexy was energetic, sexy was glossy and glowy, high-heeled and curvy. Sexy, good.
Sexy, bad.
