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Classic Beauty: Anne Bancroft

Classic Beauty

It’s kind of a pity that the Great Unwashed really only discovered Anne Bancroft as Mrs. Robinson in 1963’s The Graduate because to us classic movie lovers, there had been a whole lot to look at prior:

And yes,as well as that gorgeous face, she had all the rest:

Doing poles before it became slutty:

Then along came Mrs. Robinson, and ol’ Dustin never stood a chance:

And good grief, if ever there was the archetypal Older Woman (what we nowadays coarsely refer to as “MILFs”):

Pretty damn good for an Italian kid from the Bronx, I’d say.

Need Work?

Politics, RINO/GOPe

Then there’s this:

Never mind that you need a fucking roadmap to understand just WTF it is that they’re actually voting on — a rant all of its own, for another time — but my local guy (for whom I voted because he’s very conservative) provides partial context:

Two points:

  • it shouldn’t be this difficult to follow what’s going on in our government sausage-making process, and
  • Insty (whence the above comes) makes the comment about these so-called “Republicans”:  “Need work”.

No, Glenn, they don’t need work.  They need to be fucking ejected by voters, in November 2026.

While all this other stuff about Venezuela and Greenland is going on, ordinary Americans are being systematically fucked and getting their rights trampled on.  And too many Republicans are aiding and abetting this activity for my liking.

Now, a favor from You, O My Readers:  I’m still feeling too buggered by this bloody chest cold to be able to do the research on what this particular piece of legislative bastardy is all about.  Help a poor blogger out, willya, and either send me an email or drop it in Comments.

[exit, wracked by a coughing fit]

Update:  I see that the two Texas Reps who voted against are both fucking liberals:  Jake Ellzey has John Cornyn’s old district — figures — and John Carter is one of those North Austin/Round Rock/Georgetown reptiles.

Left Field

Friends and Family

Every so often New Wife will absolutely skewer me with an observation that is so sharp that I’m left helpless with laughter.  Here’s one example, after I’d done something profoundly idiotic:

Me:  Ami I that stupid?
Her:  Not all the time.

Last night brought out another one.  We’d just finished watching TV for the night, and were sitting together on the couch, when she looked at me quizzically and asked:

Her:  Have you cut your hair?  (She hates it when I do.)
Me:  No.
Her:  Are you sure?
Me:  I promise you, I have not cut my hair since you got back from Cape Town.
Her (unconvinced):  I think you’re candlelighting me.
Me:  You mean gaslighting?
Her:  No, I meant candlelighting.  It’s like gaslighting, but… gentler.

Ten minutes later, my stomach was still aching.