Good grief: where has this lovely creature been and how come I’ve never seen or heard of her before?
Yum yum. The scientific world sure has changed since my time…
Category: Beauty
Country Style
Lainey Wilson calls her musical style “bell-bottom country“, and I’m not going to disagree with her. What I like is how she describes country music — “we lived the lyrics” back when she was growing up in Nowhere LA, and I think that’s always been country’s appeal, on its most elemental level. And she’s got the voice to carry it, oh yes she does.
I also like that she’s not one of the pretty young things that Nashville seems to push out like Simon Cowell pushes out Brit boy bands. Nope, our Lainey’s one of them big ol’ country gals, with a big voice and a big songwriting talent — and I love it.
I will say that the girl needs to stick to those tight bell-bottom jeans, though:
Not her best look. She’s country, not r&b or rap.
A Better Class Of Criminal
“I’ll take corrupt Communist politicians for $500, Alex.”
I have to say that the Commies are at least stepping up their game a little. Whereas in the past the typical corrupt money-grabbing Commie politician looked like you-know-who:
…the latest example of a politician caught with hand in a bagful of cash is someone named Eva Kaili (story in link):
…and even:
As a wall decoration, at least she wouldn’t cause mass vomiting in the firing squad like Her Filthiness.
Classic Beauty: Rita Gam
Have Mercy
Longtime Reader Brad_In_IL sends me a link to an article about “tennis” influencer Rachel Stuhlmann.
Who she, you ask?
Now I put “tennis” in quotes because as far as I can ascertain, there are no pictures or videos extant of her actually playing tennis.
Not that I care.
I also have no idea what, exactly, this young thing (31) actually influences, but again, I don’t care. Whatever she says is fine with me.
Shit Houses
…is the (bowdlerized) title of this badly-edited video, wherein some mouthy Brit shouts about crap architecture in an annoying whine, but whose script could have been written by me except I would have inserted more swear words.
And there’s a genuinely-terrifying moment at about 3:25 which will make you want to commit murders.
Right after that horror, there’s an annoying advertorial (hey, the guy has to pay the bills somehow), but you can fast-forward a couple-three minutes if you want.
Here’s another example of the kind of thing he’s talking about, and that I hate with a passion.
Never an errant hijacked airliner when you need one.