Website Problem

Longtime Reader Roy obviously took two Grumpy Pills instead of his normal one, and tells me off:

I hate to say it, Kim, but I am not seeing a whole lot of difference between your regular “Women” pics and your “Train Smash Women” pics. They all seem to have the same thing in common: “massive mammaries” all out of proportion to their figure.

Well, it all depends on perspective and situation, dunnit?  Here are two examples, one of my “regular” choices, and one Train Smash.  See if you can spot the difference:

The point is not the similarities in appearance — of which I will readily agree, on occasion — but life choices.

One of the problems with liking voluminous female frontal shapes is that generally speaking, one has to accept a certain degree of, shall we say extra tonnage on the rest of the premises.

More to the point, skinny women with huge tatas are the ones which look misshapen (YMMV):

…whereas the larger ladies (my preference) at least look in proportion (e.g. Kelly Brook, above).

And let’s not even talk about Teh Skinnies:

…who have no place on my website unless they do something of note (Righteous Shooters, for example).

So there ya go.

Long-Ago Crush

When I were a lad, I had the most appalling preteen crush on Sally Ann Howes — the actress who starred in the dreadful Chitty Chitty Bang Bang.  Her screen name was equally appalling, but in her case, it suited her perfectly because she was:

Truly Scrumptious

She died yesterday, age 91.

Random Totty

This is close to being the final detritus swept from my various picture folders.  I can’t remember most of their names, so you’ll just have to do the search thing if you’re at all interested.  Most are Brit “celebrities”, or else just random things who have caught my fancy as I scour the Internet for stuff I’d rather not talk about right now.  Enjoy.

This one is some Canadian TV presenter, I think:

Tomorrow we’ll return to seditious ill-tempered rants, guns, gas-guzzling cars and similar evil stuff — in other words, it’ll be back to normal

No Double Standard

Apparently, rent boy-lookalike actor Paul Rudd has, at age 52, been declared the “Sexiest Man Alive” by some magazine (details unnecessary).

Predictably, Teh Womyns are going all whiny, saying that no woman age 52 would be considered for the appellation in their gender (because men are pigs and ageism is eeevil etc. etc. etc. oh FFS #KillMeNow).

Really?  I throw this open to my Loyal Readers, and ask them whether at least one of the following women (all of a similar vintage to Rudd) would fail to make their Top 5 Sexiest Women Alive, against the current crop of youngins (and all the pics are recent, no older than two years):

Salma Hayek (55)

Liz Hurley (55)

Nigella Lawson (56)

Caprice Bourret (50)

Nicole Kidman (54)

Monica Bellucci (57)

(I know, I know shuddup) Helena Bonham Carter (55)

And reaching back a few more years:

Michelle Pfeiffer (63)

Sela Ward (65)

Jennifer Tilly (63)

…and let’s not forget

Carole Vorderman (61)

Now I know that a lot of women of this vintage will have had some surgical restoration done — but guess what?  Men do it, too — especially in show business, where most of these “contestants” are drawn from.

Feel free to add your (50+) nominations, in Comments.

Sunday, Italian Style

It’s Italy Day here on this back porch of mine:

…and here are some fine Italian things.

First up, a matched pair of Rizzini shotguns:

Next up, a 1955 Fiat 8V, styled by Zagato:

…and a 1967 Fiat 2400 Dino Spider:

Speaking of fine Italian models of yore, it’s about time we looked at Sophia again:

…and her younger compatriot, Monica Bellucci:

And speaking of yummy:

 

Where could one buy such things?  Well, in Milan, for instance:

That’s all Italian style, folks, and it’s pretty much unbeatable.