Our daughter had forwarded me a link about the “Suicide Squad” movie they’re making. I’m not familiar at all with the story, but it said that Jared Leto will be playing The Joker, which is cool.
I think he’s one of the few young actors out there who can pull it off without trying to resurrect Heath Ledger.
So I go to the Entertainment / Movies section of the Huffington Post and down towards the bottom of the feed they have on the right hand side of the home page is this (or THAT) picture of Kimmy. Again. Like the world hasn’t seen enough of it by now. Or of them. Or her.
They’re still milking it for all it’s worth (yeah, I know, but sometimes the best laughs just happen to be the cheapest).
First time I came across it I didn’t see what the big thing was all about. Or the two big things. Or the grotesquely immense two other things. This time around it was just plain laughable.
The human body is a beautiful thing. A work of art in spite of most of our best efforts to either ruin it or fix it. Great, eternal paintings and statues and photography are of the nude form.
Larry Flynt admits that what he does is smut, Mapplethorpe might have been creating art but definitely crossed some pretty questionable lines there a while back, but Michaelangelo’s statue of David remains remarkably awe-inspiring.
Then there’s this… this… then there’s…
A stance reminiscent of those toy soldier nutcrackers you find on every single end cap in big box stores coast to coast when the Christmas season starts up shortly after Labor Day. Hardly a warm, inviting, erotic, seductive or come-hither pose.
And that expression?
Makes it outright goofy.
It strikes me as the look Taylor Swift might have had on her face the first time she’d ever seen an erect penis…
…which is also the exact same look from the first time she saw a Slinky “walk”down a flight of steps. Or from whenever she finds Waldo. Or when Jack jumps out of the box.
Or when the candles on her birthday cake keep lighting back up.
Or the first time Blake Shelton got her nose.