Monday, March 15, 2010
Old School Rules...
I was lamenting the pathetic state of my blog a week or so ago to the wife. I was telling her that I just didn't feel like I had much to say at the time, but then she reminded me that the Oscars were that weekend. At first I told her that I didn't care, due to the fact that I cannot spend four hours watching someone masturbate, unless she's really hot, but then I realized that I could make fun of these self-important bastards for their shitty taste in clothes, scripts, and general approach to life. Again, I was saddened due to the relative pathetic-ness that my life has come to, until I saw this photo of Bar Rafaeli at some Oscar party. I'm not going to make fun of Bar, but something about this photo did prompt me to comment.
I know that some of the lady readers of the blog don't find Bar all that attractive, which I guess I can understand since most of them are heterosexual (I'd say all, but who really knows....). Trust me on this ladies, hot Isreali swimsuit models aren't so common that they can be dismissed out of hand. Anyway, the thing I love about this picture is that in an age of orange spray-tanned, interchangeable starlets, someone was willing to be photographed in Hollywood with old school tan-lines. Which for some reason I found awesome. The next thing you know, a mid-to-late 30's actress will be photographed without recent Botox injections, and people everywhere will run screaming at the sight of a plastic, coked-out Nicole Kidman, much to the chagrin of that Dr. 90210 asshole. At least that is what I hope anyway.
Posted by Homer at 3:50 PM