Modern Classic Beauty

While Angie Harmon got a lot of attention in TV’s Rizzoli & Isles  (and deservedly so), I have to admit to a sneaking crush on her co-star, Sasha Alexander.  And I don’t think I can be faulted for that:

More?  Why, sure…

And to be quite honest, I think that Angie Harmon and Sasha Alexander were without question the most toothsome twosome on television, ever.

Feel free to disagree, but you’d be wrong.

Random Totty

There’s this Dutch cyclist named Puck Moonen*, and apparently she’s been named the World’s Most Beautiful Cyclist or something, so I think it behooves us to look her over, so to speak.

I don’t know what standards of beauty apply in the female cycling world, but there’s no denying she’s rather fetching.

And I’m pretty sure that she would have more than enough energy and stamina for just about any activity you’d want to engage in with her.

*In Dutch, her name would be pronounced “Pook Moo-uh-nen” (with both the shortened “oo” sounds pronouced like “book”), if my memory of the lingo serves me correctly.


As any fule know, I love the pneumatic Carol Vorderman for all sorts of reasons:

…but at the same time, I’m not that fooled when I see headlines like this one:

…because let’s be honest, if those bountiful 63-year-old curves were not shoehorned into and corralled by “figure-hugging outfits”, she’d probably resemble a half-filled baggie of Jello.

Not that there’s much wrong with that, of course.  I find Jello quite lovely to eat, and I’m pretty sure that this would also be true of la  Vorderman.

Random Totty

Those who saw Ricky Gervais’s outstanding Netflix show After Life  may have noticed one of the co-stars, a youngin who comes on board the newspaper as a cub reporter.  In real life, her name is Mandeep Dhillon, and she’s a hottie.

And yes, the eyes have it.

Innocent Times, Part 1

A while ago I stumbled onto a website that featured a series of early Playboy Magazine stuff, and looking at it, I couldn’t but wonder at how innocent it all was.

I know, calling Playboy “innocent” creates something of a cognitive dissonance in the typical reader, because the whole “Playboy” ethos was anything but that in the 1950s (and even -60s).  At the time, of course, it was disturbing, outrageous, even pornographic to the eyes of the time.  I mean, inviting a Black person (Sammy Davis Jr.) to perform on Hefner’s TV show, and treating him like an actual person instead of some second-class citizen — okay, nigger, to use a common term for his type back then.  That, and Hef’s love of avant-garde jazz (“nigger”) music… I mean, it was just terrible.

But looking back at Playboy today, I find myself yearning for that era, because it really was an innocent time — although nowadays it’s easy to see that its permissiveness was, just as gloomily foretold, very much the thin end of the licentiousness wedge.

Compare, if you will, a typical Playboy cartoon of that era:

…with its more vulgar counterpart from the vile Larry Flynt’s Hustler:

(…which, by the way, I find screamingly funny, but that’s just me.)

Anyway, I thought I’d just use all the above as an excuse to show a few of those Playboy cartoons, and some of their models too.  Enjoy.

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