I came to New York City in the 1960s, just in time for the sexual revolution. I had the goods, I had blond hair and boobs and that was all I needed. In New York City, if you have blond hair and boobs, your head could be on backwards and men don’t care. They don’t even notice. Here’s the deal. The sexual revolution was a con. The city boys who made it up used phrases like “sexual liberation” and “free love” and what they really meant was “let’s screw around like barnyard dogs.” It was real easy to say “no.” But those same cornfed looks of mine led to a stint with Eileen Ford, the premier modeling agency of the time. What’s it like to be a model in New York? Here’s my story.