I just took a random sampling of yesterday’s Daily Mail totties for this one.
Carmen Electra
Christine McGuinness
Diana Vickers
Emily Atack
Eva Longoria
Heidi Klum
Lizzo
Maura Higgins
Maya Jama
Ola Jordan
I note that a goodly number of the above are in their fifties…
I have an admission to make: I’ve never seen Conan The Destroyer, mostly because the fantasy thing isn’t mine, and cartoonish epic adventures likewise. So I never saw Olivia D’Abo there. I also never watched the silly TV series The Wonder Years, because the “coming of age” thing bores me to tears. So I never saw Olivia D’Abo there either.
But I did watch the TV series Law And Order: Criminal Intent, and watched Olivia D’Abo play the most evil of all TV villains — she even made the brilliant Vincent D’Onofrio take a back seat every time she appeared on camera.
It doesn’t hurt that she’s gorgeous, either.
And she hasn’t got any less gorgeous as she’s aged, either.
I think it’s the eyes that do it for me.
Yup.
As any fule kno, one of my frequent irritations is architecture that is foul and ugly (especially of the Bauhaus / Le Corbusier / Post-Modern ilk). Reader Alex S. sends me an interesting take on the whole “Not In My Back Yard” (NIMBY) syndrome; and while it’s a long read, it’s definitely worth the time:
Western countries used to let landowners build almost anything anywhere. Now, strict rules freeze the character of most neighborhoods, banning change and densification. Why? One theory is that modern buildings tend to be ugly, leading residents to support rules that exclude them from their neighborhoods. If this is true, then designing beautiful buildings could lead to more development.
One could only hope. Let me clear on this: I’m absolutely not against redevelopment, especially in urban locations. The more the merrier, say I, as long as the new buildings don’t look like factories, warehouses and concrete/glass building blocks. In cities, by definition, where people are squashed together, there needs to be some kind of harmonious architecture — and not just for aesthetic reasons, either. It’s actually jarring to find, in an area that has a certain architectural feel or style to it, a new construction that belongs to the Fuck You School.
I’m less concerned with suburban architecture, by the way, especially if the houses are not standing cheek-by-jowl with each other. When it comes to personal property, I’m kinda-libertarian about the whole thing. While I may cluck my tongue and (occasionally) shake my fist at some modern concrete block house standing on the same street as some gracious older homes (and there’s a lot of that in Dallas), the way I see it is that if someone’s just dropped a couple mil on a piece of land, he should be allowed to build whatever he likes on it.
Here’s an example of what I’m talking about. Along the occasionally-posh Inwood Road in north Dallas, one generally sees what I refer to as the “Dallas Mansion” style:
But on that very same road, one occasionally runs into an ugly Modernist edifice:
…and while I think that the above is a piece of shit and doesn’t fit into the overall tone of the neighborhood, I just shrug and say “No accounting for taste, is there?” and continue on my way to the DFW Gun Range.
My tolerance, however, stops very short when I see something like this:
…when it’s perched in a neighborhood that looks like this:
At that point, I start calling for the C4, and an investigation of the bank accounts of the people sitting on the local planning commission.
Never mind “not in my back yard”: it should be “not in anyone’s back yard”.
Today I’m going to feature just two totties, for the sake of balance (so to speak). First up is WNBA hottie Sophie Cunningham (and her two best features):
Of course, there are those among us who would prefer a larger superstructure, so to speak, and so here’s an old favorite on this back porch, Paige Spirinac (with her two outstanding features):
One should have a balanced perspective, I always say.
And then there was Franco Zefferelli’s screen version of the Bard’s Romeo and Juliet, quite possibly the finest screen adaption of any of his plays. Of course, having teen beauty Olivia Hussey in the movie didn’t hurt the thing at all:
I remember seeing this masterpiece upon its release with the girl who, fifty-odd years later, would become the New Wife, and who remembers the occasion with the same wistful feelings as I do.
Olivia didn’t really do much, cinematically speaking, after R&J. , although she was memorably cast as Mary, mother of Jesus, in Jesus of Nazareth.
Nobody cared, because she’d been engraved on our collective consciousness as Juliet, and so she’d never have to do much else anyway.
“I regret that I didn’t stretch myself more as an actress, take on meatier roles,” she said in 2018. “But I took time off to live my life and raise three children. At the time that was more important than working on my career. Overall I’ve done a couple of roles I’m proud of and I’m very happy in my life.”
Miss Hussey just carried on, staying beautiful.
Yea, even unto old age.
Wonderful.