When I saw this HotAir headline -- "Lady Gaga’s new perfume smells just like you’d think it would" -- I thought, What? Used motor oil? The jack-o-lantern on our porch six weeks after Halloween? Formaldehyde? No. Worse. Much worse. Think of it as eau de sexual assault.
Which reminds me of this line:
Twentieth century? Why, I could pick a century out of a hat, blindfolded, and come up with a better one.Out of a hat I'll go with the nineteenth century, though the inauspicious beginnings of this one are making the 1950s look pretty wonderful right now. Let us juxtapose:
We now prefer the latter? Really?
It kills me to think of children consuming what LG and the like are selling.
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Orwell comes to mind: This age makes me so sick that sometimes I am almost impelled to stop at a corner and start calling down curses from Heaven
ReplyDelete-Thank you, Jill, for the link.
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The Recline And Fall
Audrey Hepburn was so very charming, and enchanting to her audiences. The pairing of her with designer Hubert De Givenchy was remarkable, as they were so well suited. Audrey was very appreciative of her audience, and often did not think her praise was well deserved.
ReplyDeleteI haven't made a close study of Lady Gaga, but her assumption of an aristocratic title combined with the meat she placed rotting on her head have gone a long way to illuminate the general disdain and contempt she holds for the entire world in which she lives.