Questionable Achievement

In an article so stupid that one would heave the laptop into the pool to escape it, a couple of statements nevertheless managed to stick like burrs onto an idle brain cell.

A successful porn star has shared her expert knowledge – and that includes how men can improve during sex.
Angela White – who has been dubbed “the Meryl Streep of porn” – has 932million views on Pornhub and countless subscribers on OnlyFans.
The 37-year-old is without a doubt one of Australia’s most successful exports, having 95 awards thanks to her performances.

The rest of the article is completely pointless and forgettable, but the last statement was the burr, leading to the tangential thought:  what else has Australia memorably exported from its island shores to the rest of the planet?

I’m trying to think of many, or any, Oz exports outside the sporting world (in which area the Strylians admittedly excel).  So leaving aside Rod Laver, Greg Norman, Donald Bradman, Margaret Court, Shane Warne, Graham Thorpe and their ilk, what’s left?

Actors Paul Hogan, Nicole Kidman, the Brothers Hemsworth, Hugh Jackman etc. and a few directors (Peter Weir comes to mind)… novelists Patrick White, James Clavell, Thomas Keneally, Colleen McCullough, Neville Shute…

…and that’s pretty much it.   (No doubt my Strylian Readers will step up in Comments to chide me, and that’s a Good Thing.)

When it comes to stuff (as opposed to people), the gruel is thin indeed.  Of Foster’s Lager and Vegemite we will not speak, and I can’t think of any more Oz exports that come to mind.  (There is a list of Oz inventions which is quite astonishing, but a great many of them were developed elsewhere e.g. the U.K. and the U.S.)

As for the above-mentioned Angela White we will say even less, except that if she is indeed “one of Australia’s most successful exports”, the Land Down Under needs to up its game.

Or we need to revise our definition of “successful exports”.


Here’s noted Oz export Isla Fisher:

…who is known principally for her appalling taste in husbands.

Monday Funnies

Ah yes, Monday has arrived…

So let’s get on with fixing the train wreck.


I think I dated her sister in college… and speaking of dates:

And some Christmas leftovers, “Bad Elf” division:

Finally, here’s Charlotte McSkinny (who is not an elf) and her legs:

Admit it:  you never got that far down, did you?

Get on with yer week, ya pervs.

Classic Beauty: Betty Grable

I have to admit that I’ve never been a great fan of Betty Grable‘s face — that smile is too cheesy, her cheekbones too plump and prominent.

I actually prefer her face in repose:

But let’s be perfectly honest, here:  back in the 1940s, it was not her face that was insured for a million dollars (about $21 million in today’s Biden-dollars).

 

 

Worth every penny.

Different Standard

You know how you will sometimes run across a woman who you know will be bad for you, will empty your wallet, will cause you to do bad things (and not just to her), will cause you to get into trouble, but at the end of the day, you just can’t help yourself?

Here’s the automotive equivalent, the 1952 Alfa Romeo 1900 M (“Matta”):

Didn’t know Alfa made a jeep-type utility back in the early 1950s?  Nor did I.  But let’s get back to the standards set in first paragraph of this post, because this little thing even warns you by its nickname that it’s going to be trouble:

Is it reliable? — doesn’t Matta
Does it have 4-wheel drive? — doesn’t Matta
What’s its gas consumption? — doesn’t Matta
Is it an uncomfortable ride? — doesn’t Matta
Is it expensive? — doesn’t Matta

Do I want one?  Hell yes.

Because it’s an Alfa.

And to make things even worse, here’s an earlier one, the 1930 Alfa Romeo 6C 1750 Gran Sport:

I want this one even more than the Matta… wait, no I don’t / yes I do aaaaaarrrrrrghhh I want both, because they color-match.

I have as much resistance to Alfas as I have to the type of girl in the opening paragraph.

Ugh

Colonoscopy in one hour’s time for Kimmy.

Yeah, I know:  TMI.  Sometimes on this blog, ya just gotta take the rough with the smooth.

Wish me luck.


Update:  back home, all good.  The Commies are stuck with me for a while yet.