Continuing our celebration of International Chicks’ Day:
South Africa: Demi-Leigh Tebow
Sweden: Izabella Scorupco
Denmark: Birgitte Hjort Sorensen
Canada: Kim Cloutier
Finland: Anna Easteden
Bulgaria: Nina Dobrev
Norway: Silje Norendal
Austria: Anna Fenninger
And that’s it… till tomorrow.
…although I guess to be accurate, it should be “Every Bitch Has Her Day”.
Puzzled?
It’s International Woman’s Day, dummy, so we have to celebrate international women or something. So here we go, with a few women from all over the world:
Mexico: Salma Hayek
England: Charlotte Hawkins
Scotland: Kirsty Gallacher
Wales: Carol Vorderman
Ireland: Aisling Bea
France: Eva Green
Spain: Penelope Cruz
Russia: Maria Kozhevnikova
Italy: Diletta Leotta
Okay, just one more or we’ll be here all day…
Germany: Alica Schmidt
What fun. I think I’ll pay tribute to more International Women again… maybe tomorrow, if everyone likes the idea.
As seen on my meanderings around Teh Intarwebz:
Hey, it’s nearly the weekend… we all need a break from the lousy real world sometimes.
According to the usually-dependent Daily Mail, Oz actress Elizabeth Debicki “showed cleavage” at some show or other:
Now I don’t know much about a lot of things, but I can certainly claim to know a great deal about cleavage, having leered looked at said phenomenon at least once a day over many decades — and lemme tell y’all, that’s not a cleavage. This is a cleavage:
Standards… if we don’t keep to them, what are we left with?
…and we’re not talking shotguns, either. No, as I’ve mentioned in the past on several occasions (here, here, here and here), I get confused between two totties unless their pics are side by side (again, not a shotgun reference). I speak of Una Thurman (L) and Natascha McElhone (R):
“But Kim,” you say, “they don’t look anything alike, and their names are dissimilar. Even for your addled old brain…”
Uh huh.
See what I mean? No? Oh well.
They’re still both totally hot.
“How about some Jazz Age hotties, Kim?” Oh, why not…
Okay, like some of the cars in the above post, some may be repros — but as long as they perform like the old ones, who cares?