Country Style

Lainey Wilson calls her musical style “bell-bottom country“, and I’m not going to disagree with her.  What I like is how she describes country music — “we lived the lyrics” back when she was growing up in Nowhere LA, and I think that’s always been country’s appeal, on its most elemental level.  And she’s got the voice to carry it, oh yes she does.

I also like that she’s not one of the pretty young things that Nashville seems to push out like Simon Cowell pushes out Brit boy bands.  Nope, our Lainey’s one of them big ol’ country gals, with a big voice and a big songwriting talent — and I love it.

I will say that the girl needs to stick to those tight bell-bottom jeans, though:

Not her best look.  She’s country, not r&b or rap.

A Better Class Of Criminal

“I’ll take corrupt Communist politicians for $500, Alex.”

I have to say that the Commies are at least stepping up their game a little.  Whereas in the past the typical corrupt money-grabbing Commie politician looked like you-know-who:

…the latest example of a politician caught with hand in a bagful of cash is someone named Eva Kaili (story in link):

…and even:

As a wall decoration, at least she wouldn’t cause mass vomiting in the firing squad like Her Filthiness.

Have Mercy

Longtime Reader Brad_In_IL sends me a link to an article about “tennis” influencer Rachel Stuhlmann.

Who she, you ask?

Now I put “tennis” in quotes because as far as I can ascertain, there are no pictures or videos extant of her actually playing tennis.

Not that I care.

I also have no idea what, exactly, this young thing (31) actually influences, but again, I don’t care.  Whatever she says is fine with me.

Rear View

The problem with all this self-promotion on Teh Intarwebz nowadays is that people — young women especially — have no clue about how to present themselves to the camera.

Marilyn Monroe, for example, was told early on in her career that she had an unattractive full smile (her teeth were a little too big, and a “big” smile showed her upper gum):

…which is why, in just about every MM pic, you only see half-smiles, or else head-thrown back poses (which foreshorten the teeth and hide the upper gum):

She had someone helping her with her image, you see.

All this came to mind when I saw some nameless Insta-Tok hussy posing as (I think) Mrs. Claus:

…which is fine, I guess — but is completely undone by the next pic, taken from the rear:

Awful.  Had the photographer had any idea, he’d have changed the shot — had her bend forward slightly, maybe, to tighten the saggies.

No clue, any of them.  Compare and contrast:

…’nuff said.

Admission

Okay, we all know that Shania Twain is a Total Hotty.

But ii shames me to admit that although I know who she is, I wouldn’t be able to hum or even name any of her most popular songs, even if you held a gun to my head.

Of course, I’m not exactly in her target market, musically speaking.  (Or in any other way, come to think of it.)

Modern Classic Beauty: Yvonne Catterfield

Here’s a modern-day totty who could have fit into the Classic Beauty section, were she not young.  Allow me to introduce you to Yvonne Catterfeld:

“Now Kim,” you ask, “she’s very pretty;  but how can you say she’d qualify as Classic Beauty?”

‘Nuff said.

As to how I stumbled upon her, there’s a clue hidden in tomorrow’s Classic Beauty post… and an explanation as to why she would qualify.