GROWING up in Wraysbury,Berks, she never thought she was glorious. Young girls didn’t know such things. Her cheeks were too rosy, or her teeth were too big,and she had a habit of chewing her lower lip when she was thinking. She hated her breasts, too. She would much rather be a tomboy, or riding a bike without brakes and swimming with the local lads in the gravel pits. She couldn’t understand why her stepfather tried to kiss her and establish vapour-rub on her chest when she had colds. But it didn’t catch her long to realise that she,Christine Keeler, had a crazy effect on men.
She still insisted on hiding her bust when she posed for that photo, and the one that for millions of people summed up the Swinging Sixties and sexual liberation in Britain. There she was,naked or near enough on a fake designer chair. Pouting, daring, and glowing with sexual power. The woman whose simultaneous affairs with John Profumo,the war minister, and Yevgeni Ivanov, and a Soviet naval attach,establish her at...
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Source: economist.com