Not well known in Murka, but very much so in her native Britishland, Shirley Anne Field was not a serial killer (despite the three-name thing), but she did have a massive feud with Frank Sinatra, so there’s that to commend her. And of course, there’s the rest:
And in Technicolor (to show off her red hair):
And truth be told, she aged like a fine wine:
Magnificent.
I was never a big fan of the 70s-era Maserati Ghibli, simply because at the time I was enthralled (and still am) by the much-smaller Dino 246 GT.
However: times have moved on and changed, and so have I, a little bit here and there. Now, the thrills of blatting away in a Dino at full throttle from light to light with a skinny blonde in the passenger seat have dimmed somewhat.
Now, what I think I would like is a bigger car, to accommodate the bigger Kim, and someone more akin to, say, Kelly Brook alongside me.
Rapid acceleration is okay, but not essential; more important to me are things like sufficient torque and raw power that can push over hills and such towards my final destination. Ditto the car.
Hence my interest in the Ghibli: to wit, “a 4.7-liter, dry-sump V-8 that produces 330 horsepower, which is sufficient to move the big GT from zero to 60 MPH in a quick 6.4 seconds and reach a top speed of more than 150 mph.”
I know that a lot of today’s cars could do the same or better, with greater reliability and even better performance. But what the hell: I’m not a F1 driver, I’m not even a fast driver; what I want is a reasonable facsimile of today’s performance, with a touch of history thrown in.
And with the top down (car and/or passenger), the thrill would be immense:
“Okay Kim, that’s enough, we get your point.”
Where do we start with this 1940s beauty? Let’s see: swimmer, dancer, model, jazz singer and actress. Not bad in the talent department, then. Oh, and there’s this:
All that, and talent. Lovely.
No, this tattooed tartlet has been cast for her outstanding acting talent.
Not that there’s anything wrong with that, of course.
Still not going to watch the stupid movie.
Let’s start off with the obvious:
Maybe a little crossover:
And into the ladies, so to speak:
…into the next category, V12 cars:
Now for some dead Commies:
And that’s enough of that.
Finally, power tools:
Let’s hope all that makes the cut…
It’s a well-known fact that I am somewhat conservative in my outlook [chorus of “No, Kim… not you!], but not really when it comes to women’s clothing. Having come of age during the late 1960s and 1970s, I kinda like it when women show off their bodies (allowing for the Lizzo Exception, of course).
However, this one made me stop in my tracks:
Granted, she’s another one of those Brit Celeb/Actresses/Houris [some overlap] but at least she’s apparently married to the father, so there’s that. But I still feel a little… uncomfortable? looking at that display.
Now I’m not one of those “cover up everything because pregnancy is somehow shameful” people — sheesh, that went out with the Victorians — and I recall seeing some awfully-sexy pregnant women in Chile who were not at all shy about wearing tight little mini-dresses and high heels as they strutted their stuff around downtown Santiago. I love the whole thing about pregnant women, too; I think it’s glorious.
Still, I can’t help feeling that the above is a little too ostentatious or even vulgar. Can we not say that women need to be a little more ladylike about the whole thing?
I know, I know:
“Kim, women show off their tummies in bikinis and midriff tops all the time — and you’re a serial offender when it comes to posting those pics, you dirty old bastard. So why should it be any different when they’re pregnant?”
Because it IS different.
I welcome comments on the topic.