Daily Inspiration Quote by Janice Dickinson

There is a brazenness to “I was lusted after” that feels engineered for the Janice Dickinson brand: not merely desired, but grammatically turned into an event that happened to her, at scale, in public. The phrase is half brag, half indictment. It sells an image of pre-internet celebrity where attention was physical, ambient, unavoidable - a kind of street-level spotlight. And it’s pointedly not “I was admired” or even “men wanted me.” “Lusted after” is cruder, more animal, less polite. That’s the point.

The subtext is a power play with a catch. Dickinson frames herself as the object of desire, but by using the passive voice she also hints at how little control that desire can leave you. New York becomes the machine: crowds, sidewalks, taxis, eyes. This is the fashion world’s mythology of the 1970s and 80s distilled into one line - glamour as something you wear, and harassment as the shadow it casts.

Context matters because Dickinson’s public persona has always been confrontational, confessional, and monetized. She’s not asking for sympathy; she’s asserting cultural dominance, reminding you she once moved through the city like a headline. At the same time, the line exposes how desirability functions as currency for women in modeling: intoxicating, exhausting, and time-bound. New York is the stage, but also the test. If you can walk those streets and feel “lusted after,” you’ve made it - even if “making it” comes with a toll.