I would kill to know what this was about!
Saturday, November 17, 2012
Journalism that Matters
I would kill to know what this was about!
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Labels: Anja Petzold, Chicks, H.L. Mencken, What Old Guys Hold Essential
Tuesday, December 11, 2007
Pat Hickey - Short on Brains, But a Terrific Dancer: A Portrait in Pencil by B. Kliban
In the mid-1970's, I was employed as a model for celebrated cartoonist B. Kliban. He said, " I can't give you any money, but I can make this moment immortal. Enjoy.'
Thus, I have this pencil sketched time capsule of my chiselled good looks in youth.
As always, click on my post title for more on the quiet genius of the later part of the last century - B. Kliban. It was like finding a photograph for me.
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Labels: Babes, Chicks, Skirts, Sound Judgment, Substance
Saturday, November 17, 2007
I Knew the Woman in Me Was Correct - There Ain't Nothing in the World Like A Dame!
Now, this kid has it correct! She'll do just fine! God I love Women!
This is a True Feminist - she lives like a guy would naturally live - without children or a wife. Unless of course he were Truman Capote or Randolph Scott.
This is how our Progressive Feminist ( Male and Female) continues to perceive marriage. They (PFs) tend to be self-absorbed tweedy pains in the ass and no one pays any attention to them outside of the Media and Academia- still.
Most of the balance of humanity are pretty well adjusted - we take our triumphs and set-backs; joys and miseries; labors and rewards for what they tend to be. We live our lives - help others, meet our responsiblities and get in a few giggles now and then.
Then there is the perpetually smug or outraged and universally olfactory challenged ( the smell of this law, this stinks of corruptions ; & etc.) Progressive of all stripes.
A new study by Rutgers University shows that Feminists make better mates; Craig Futterman of University of Chicago, who cured cancer last night, built an eternal light bulb and discovered that his Police accountability study based upon the anthology of John Conroy Chicago reader stories agreed with his theory that Police are 'really, really bad and will never be any better, because his friends in the Lawsuit Lotto Lawyers League need to continue bringing suit against the Chicago Police Department,' showed his study to NPR and they loved it! The Tobacco Institute continues to prove that Joe Camel was a great friend to teens.
All along I have had the feeling that the more women act like me ( eat only while wearing Leo sweat pants, watch movies with mega-explosions and cool make throw-away lines) the more likely celebacy would become practical and attractive. We are here to generate the species, but also to make the species work properly. That is role of Woman. Women who recoil from my follies, sloth, and instrinsic stupidities - 'how about if take all of the insurance settlement from your fall, Honey, to the OTB? Why is that Stupid? Robby Albarado is riding a grey - tell me that's not an investment strategy! Fine. I'm going to Father Perez (KofCs #1446) and I am not doing the gutters!'- are the sexiest. Let's take a look at great thought from Female/Male perspectives from the world of film:
"Thank you Neil Simon for making us laugh at falling in love...again."
"When ya call me that, smile!", but "If you wanna call me that, smile."
"Fiddle-dee-dee."
"As God is my witness, as God is my witness, they're not going to lick me! I'm going to live through this, and when it's all over, I'll never be hungry again - no, nor any of my folks! If I have to lie, steal, cheat, or kill! As God is my witness, I'll never be hungry again."
"Strike me pink!"
" Oh! You cursed brat. Look what you've done. I'm melting! Melting! Oh, what a world! What a world! Who would have thought a good little girl like you could destroy my beautiful wickedness."
"We'll always have Paris."
"That's mighty brave talk for a one-eyed fat man."
"For the woman - the kiss, for the man - the sword."
"Steady boy. Just keep telling yourself you're a girl."
- "I'm a girl...I'm a girl...I'm a girl."
"Shapeley's the name - and that's the way I like 'em!"
"Wendy, darling. Light of my life. I'm not gonna hurt ya... I'm just gonna bash your brains in."
"I am Mata Hari, my own master."
Yep There ain't nothing in the world like a Dame - Nothing in this World!
I think you Broads are the Cat's whiskers! Come on - fill up my dance card - You Big Tramps!
As always - click on my post title for the link to the Rutgers story
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Labels: Babes, Chicks, Hot Mamas, Misogyny, Skirts, Sweet Dishes, Twists