Month: April 2022

The Usual Grump

Clothing, Gratuitous Chick Pics, Grooming

…about clothing, and the appropriate wearing thereof.  First, the plaudits.

I have always had an old-man crush on Anya Taylor-Joy, the chick from that chess movie, and her latest appearance did nothing to end that for me:

 

Best legs I’ve seen in quite a while, so why shouldn’t she show them off?

Her boyfriend, despite looking a little like a taller Frodo Baggins, was at least appropriately attired:

The same stylish and appropriate attire did not extend to some of the rest of the male(?) attendees.  The Skarsgård boy (Anya’s co-star in the movie) wore a tee shirt:

…while the editor of British Vogue  looked like a morning Tube commuter:

…and the whole thing went rapidly downhill from there:

 

This post has been brewing for a while, because a couple weeks ago at some other movie premiere / red carpet thing, we were treated to this horrifying nonsense:

 

Seriously?  At a formal evening event?

Compare the above with the 1940 Academy Awards banquet:

‘Nuff said.

As Always, Behind The Times

Men & Women

In my normal bottom-feed from the UK Daily Mail  comes this item:

A couple from Redcar in Yorkshire are four months pregnant with their second child after using a sperm guide.

Shows you what I know;  I always thought a “sperm guide” was a classy term for a penis.

And then there’s this little snippet:

An Estonian women claims to be able to orgasm without any physical stimulation through the use of tantric yoga techniques and has taken a blood hormone test to prove it.

I’d never even heard of “tantric yoga” before (or if I did, I ignored it as some useless foreign shit).

Anyway, I’m starting to revise my opinion of my late mother, whose morals would have pleased Jesus, but who was also… a yoga teacher.  No wonder she was always in such a relaxed mood.

What Bullshit

Health, Nannies

Apparently, every ailment now means you have caught the ‘Rona:

Body aches, a runny nose and diarrhoea are among the nine new signs of Covid that have been added to the NHS symptom list.

The health service quietly expanded its list of all the tell-tale signs of the virus to also include a loss of appetite, feeling or being sick and a headache.

So now basically Covid has become the trawling net for all sickness, ergo the means whereby we could be isolated, locked down or similarly oppressed for having a cold, the flu, an upset stomach or being hung over.

Seeing The Light

Eco-Crap

I see that BritPM Boris Johnson has decided to try and save Britain from future electricity shortages by opening seven new nuclear reactor plants.

And better yet, this is happening against rising resistance towards the unreliable, inefficient and costly wind farms.

I’m hoping out next Republican president adopts the same action here, even though it would take decades to implement because of all the stupid regulations the things have to get past in order to get made — and I would also hope that a Republican Congress would work to get rid of most of said regulations.

I also want Tinkerbell to sprinkle magic dust on my lottery tickets, but that discussion can wait for another time.