Bettie Page is Dead.

Compared to the vacuous, perma tanned page 3 FHM/Nuts models of today, clad in nothing but string for underwear and cradling their St Tropez-d nipples, Bettie Page is a gleaming icon of female sexuality, of someone who had fun and enjoyed themselves whilst cavorting in suspenders and clutching spank paddles. Maybe she didn't, maybe it is just one of the illusions of photography, but it is refreshing to see considering the Keeleys and Jordans of the world who think that slurping on a finger and fondling a sack of saline is the epitome of womanhood. Sex isn't all La Senza, bad porn and polyester G strings, it can be light, frivolous and even (gasp) a little dignified.

Thank you, Bettie Page, pin up, icon, missionary, actress, student and woman. You were, and shall remain, amazing.