This one got my attention, so up it goes:
It’s funny: you think it’s just a rendition, and then you go to London’s King’s Cross or the Gare du Nord in Paris on a chilly misty morning… and it looks almost exactly like that.
Art, music, whatever
This one got my attention, so up it goes:
It’s funny: you think it’s just a rendition, and then you go to London’s King’s Cross or the Gare du Nord in Paris on a chilly misty morning… and it looks almost exactly like that.
1957 Chevrolet Cameo
Connie Britton
Wait: red hair, freckles, dimples, long legs — and all that riding next to me on the bench seat of that exquisite Chevy truck?
Whichever route I chose, the trip would take me weeks…
Once again, we have “Science!” to the rescue. From a college professor, no less:
“I’ve often heard people argue that men’s love of breasts is just an invention of Western culture, and that there are cultures out there where breasts are no big deal to men. It’s always struck me as implausible — could Western culture have randomly created a male obsession with women’s elbows or nostrils? I find the new study persuasive.
“And it also strikes me as a win for common sense over an eccentric academic theory.”
I hate to tell you this, Perfessor, but common sense almost always kicks eccentric, anti-Western, pro-feminist academic theory’s ass. (Ask anyone in the real business world about their opinion of college-based economists.)
Anyway, back to the main topic: men love boobs. We like looking at them, touching them, kissing them, using them as a pillow, whatever. ‘Twas always thus, and always will be. And it doesn’t matter whether we are Western men or Third World tribesmen, either.
That this had to be studied at all is a mystery. Of greater need for study is why some men prefer small boobs, and others big ‘uns.
To establish some parameters, though, here’s a representative sample. From modest to PHWOOAAAARRRR:
I think you get the picture(s). Feel free to provide your scientific opinions in Comments.
Was there ever a sexier woman than Lauren Bacall? I mean, that immortal scene in To Have And Have Not with Bogart — he never stood a chance, did he? — is all the more incredible when you realize that she played that sex-drenched role at age nineteen, and was yet totally believable.
(In real life, at age 17, she’d already been bonking a classmate at acting school, one Issur Danielovitch.)
You can read the back story of her sexy, sultry voice and “The Look” over here.
But right here:
And for those of you who just have to see things in color:
And when she wasn’t being all sexy ‘n sultry ‘n stuff, she was still gorgeous:
Good grief, Betty.
In a move of pure class, I’ve dedicated all today’s posts to the concept of showing yer ass — figuratively and, as you will see below, literally.
After all, it seems to be all the fashion nowadays:
And on we go…
Whilst scouring the very bowels of Teh Intarwebz I came upon this picture, which immediately became my wallpaper:
Right-click to embiggen.