Like most Brit celebrity totties, Liverpool-born totty Kym Marsh has a background as a singer and actress, and more recently as a TV presenter. Here she is as a youngin:
However, as she approaches the half-century mark, she’s a front-runners in the GILF stakes:
Here she is with her daughter (left), who is apparently about to produce Kym’s fourth (!) grandchild:
I know what you’re thinking. Don’t go there.
Silent movies, Billie Dove: they go together like a horse and carriage, as the song goes. And it’s easy to see why. But first, she started out as a Ziegfeld Girl:
…at age 15, despite not being able to dance.
Then Hollywood came a-calling, and she was signed to a movie contract. Apparently, someone complained to the studio head that she couldn’t act, either. Whereupon the studio head said: “Who cares? Just look at her!”
You can kinda see his point, I think.
Anyone remember this little thing, from Wayne’s World?
Unquestionably one of the cutest exports from Philippines, it’s Tia Carrere:
Doing the Baywatch thing:
And yes, she’s now in her late fifties, but still worth a spin, says I:
Started off in Italian TV, but her original career goal was to be a sexual psychologist. At this point, the lines pretty much write themselves…
…if you know what I mean.
Sports journalist Emily Austin responded to a question about the plight of Jewish people in America by making clear she will “clutch” her Glock 43X if that is what it takes to be “the last Jew in this country.”
Here’s a Glock 43x, which is ugly:
…and here’s young Emily, who most certainly isn’t:
Making the Tribe proud, for all the best reasons. Mazel tov.
A while back, when examining the allure of Bri Teresi, Reader pkudude (Serbian?) happened to mention in Comments another Paige-me-too named Grace Charis, and as I’d never heard of her before, I looked her up.
“Grace Charis is a dynamic American influencer who seamlessly blends her passion for golf with modeling, entrepreneurship, and digital content creation.”
The first pic to appear:
Well, okay… pretty little thing, but nothing there to set the pants world on fire.
Oh, wait.
And off the course, so to speak:
Not as, shall we say pneumatic as Paige or Bri — in fact, what we in the band used to call a “spinner” — but not an entirely unpleasant sight either.