Goodbye, Blue Monday

Goodbye, Blue Monday!

Thanks as always to The Other McCain, Whores and Ale, Bacon Time, Pirate’s Cove, and The Daley Gator for the Rule Five links!

Now here’s a topic after my own heart, among other things; it seems someone named Sydney Sweeney (no idea who she is) is bringing boobs back.  Now that is something I can get behind – or in front of.

Sydney Sweeney made engagement farming easy with her cleavage-revealing curtain call this past weekend as the host of Saturday Night Live. If you spend any time online at all, I’m sure you’ve seen the video. Wrapped in a revealing little black dress, Sydney thanks the cast, the crew, Lorne Michaels and giggles and bounces in familiar ways I haven’t seen in decades. For anyone under the age of twenty-five, they’ve likely never seen it in their lifetime — as the giggling blonde with an amazing rack has been stamped out existence, a creature shamed to the brink of extinction.

Well, I’ve seen it, and am happy to see it again; here’s a sample.

The girl is gifted, and that’s for sure and for certain.

Pretty girls are their own justification.

Readers of these virtual pages know that I have long been and still am a big fan of the Feminine Aesthetic.  Protestations by some malcontents notwithstanding, there’s nothing wrong with an appreciation of pretty girls doing pretty things.  Girls dressed to attract attention, as Miss Sweeney is in this video, are going to draw attention.  Speaking for myself, yes, I will pay attention, but these young women should also know that I’m not going to sidle up to them or try to sniff their hair, like someone I could name.  For my part, pretty girls are like kittens and wildflowers, something to be admired because they are pretty.  And the other thing a young lady like Miss Sweeney has in common with a kitten is that I don’t want either of them in my damn house.

I like pretty girls. But where my life’s journey is concerned, there is no replacing my own dear Mrs. Animal; I wouldn’t trade her for all the houris of Paradise, and that is a natural-born fact.