Every now and then someone drops a totty-related suggestion in the comments, something along the lines of “here are some great photos,” or “this girl is really cute.” That’s cool, and I hope you guys keep doing it, because while the cheesecake in my posts is content-enhancing aesthetically while being purely gratuitous, even on the internet you sometimes run low on content. For example, try to come up with twenty-three photos of hot redheads every week. (This Saturday’s will be Gingermageddon #371, just so y’all know.)
But I do have some standards. I won’t use:
- Photos of celebrities, no matter how hot (cough cough Gal Gadot) they may be. Those people get enough coverage as it is.
- Selfies. Nope. Just nope. Won’t do it. If a gal can’t be arsed to pose prettily and get someone else to take her picture, then no.
- Low-rez or otherwise poor-quality images. By “poor quality” I also mean awkward poses, such as the unfortunate trend of a girl thrusting her ass directly at the camera, so that it dominates the image.
- Pornographic or NSFW images. While I skirt the SFW boundary at time, I prefer art, not porn. I don’t use overly sexualized images.
Anyway. Those are my self-imposed rules. Your mileage may vary.
On To the Links!
Now that is how you shitlord. Well done.
Hypocrites gonna hypocrite. But no, this won’t end her political career. She has the best political Get Out of Jail Free card – a “D” after her name.
This Week’s Idiots:
The Hill’s David Blumenthal and James Morone are idiots. Also: Fuck off, slavers.
This Week’s Cultural Edification:
America (the band, not the country) was a good, solid mainstream rock band in the mid-late Seventies. When I was in high school, they got plenty of radio play, and most of us had one or two of their albums, even if they didn’t draw the block-long record store lines that, say, Aerosmith did.
Granted as time ticked over into the Eighties, America went a little disco and I stopped tuning in to them, but in the Seventies they had some good stuff – Ventura Highway, A Horse With No Name and Tin Man, among others. While their 1975 album Hearts wasn’t terribly distinguished, it did include the song Sister Golden Hair, which made a few playlists on FM radio. A few years back, I stumbled across a 1979 concert video of America performing that song with a lot more pep than the studio version; here it is. Enjoy.