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Classic Beauty: Barbara Stanwyck

Classic Beauty

Never a great beauty, Barbara Stanwyck made up for it in spades by having the smart, no-nonsense sexuality that was capable of driving men insane — and not just on the screen.  (Gary Cooper is reputed to have described acting with her as like acting with a tiger:  you were never quite sure what she was going to do next, but if you were lucky, you wouldn’t end up being eaten alive.)  And here she is (often, alas, a victim of the Bad Hairstyle Syndrome of the era):

And yes, back in her youth…

Wow.

One Day At The Mail

Gratuitous Chick Pics

On the average day, I first check this website, read the Comments and emails, then I go to Chris Muir’s Day By Day, then to Insty, and then to the Daily Mail.  That’s pretty much it, and then I trawl through other sites more or less as they occur to me.

At the DM, I see the news, mostly Brit of course, and pick up bits and pieces that I think warrant either a post or for inclusion in the News Roundup.  As I do that, I see en passant articles about the usual motley selection of slags, hussies, whores, reality show “stars” and media personalities (some overlap), which I either ignore because I have no idea who they are, or else because I do know who they are (e.g. the Kardashian coven) and refuse to clutter my already-overstuffed brain with that shit.

My Brit Readers may know who these women are, of course, but that’s their problem.

I have to admit, though, that I am occasionally seduced into reading some of the former, simply because the women look quite attractive, and I’m as much a sucker for a pretty face as any man with the proper hormones, if you see what I mean.

So last Thursday (I think), I decided to collect a couple-three pics of each of the prettier totties featured on that day, and present them to you as a sort of collage, if you will.  It doesn’t matter if you don’t know who they are (or even care), as what passes for fame in Britain pretty much means singers, actresses or “media personalities” (again, some overlap), or else the Royal Family (who have no attractive totties in their ranks anyway).

Anyway, here are the ones I chose, in no specific order.

Tina O’Brien

Jess Impiazzi

Suzanne Shaw

And finally, Denise Van Outen (I do know who she is, simply because she’s been around for a long time, she was a guest on Top Gear, and she’s aged quite gracefully in that sort of Helen Mirren way)

If you want to know more about them, go ahead and search online — I don’t feel like doing the work for what is, after all, just eye candy.

I may do this again on occasion, unless the reaction in Comments is vitriolic and involves dodging a storm of (virtual) rotten tomatoes tossed in my direction.

No Man Should

The Gun Thing

Talking about young Eli Dicken in yesterday’s post, Reader Butch offers these words of wisdom:

“Everybody wants to be an operator until it’s time to do operator shit.”

New Wife, when seeing me strap on the 1911 for the first time when we went out shopping, once said, “You just can’t wait to shoot someone, can you?”

I repeat now what I said to her then:

“I hope like hell that I never have to shoot another human being — it is the worst thing in the world, you feel like total shit afterwards, and the memory of it can never be forgotten.  So no:  I pray that I never have to pull my gun on someone, unless it’s to protect myself (or you).  But I always carry it, just in case I do.”

The worst thing, however, would be to be caught in a situation where you desperately need a gun, but it’s sitting at home in a safe.  I would be enraged — at myself — for such stupidity.

I don’t think I’m alone in this.