This was going to start with ‘never have I seen such …’ then became ‘seldom have I seen such …’ and now must become ‘it’s all too common …’
… to see such classless trollops prancing about as if they’re something special but revealing themselves to be people of little worth, although with heaps of money rolling in.
And for what? As actors and actresses, they’re the Brad [Pitts], their lives are a mess, they’re the darlings of the scumbag elite. The reason I’m so scathing is that I’ve known women of class, I know some now and they’re just … well … better than normal. They have their moments, don’t get me wrong, and can scrub up something wonderful but this lot in that collage … sigh … I’m lost for words.
The one in the middle – why does she feel that the only way to show beauty is to show her mammary glands? She is, I’m afraid, appallingly gauche and I’d not like to be her hubby – besides, you never know where she’s been.
The one second from our left is a good case in point – the dress itself is not too bad waist down, it’s a tart dress waist up – and a split down one side is just about the right touch – what does it reveal? Pins … and what’s wrong with pins? Even in modest times, women were proud of their pins and rightly so. Ditto necks and arms, so all good.
Perhaps I’m too influenced by the French but the other bits you’re meant to just suggest, girls … you do not need to let it all flop out and say come and get it, boys, not even Mae West did that. You’re meant to suggest to men in general that this might just be your reward if you’re a good boy and play your cards right. Does no one like the thrill of the chase, the pain of the concealed any more?
I mean, let’s have a bit of finesse, a bit of class, eh? Do those tarts in the collage have no concept of ‘for your eyes only, darling’?
That one two from the left – they’re not even good pins, they’re scrawny – they need a bit of meat on em and a bit of curvature overall, speaking purely aesthetically here.
I just think that the place for flopping it all out is the red light district, the bordello but hardly at a gala event doing dirt on one of my favourite girl’s names – Emma.
Carrying the outfit anyway
The two on our right in that collage – the outfits might be OK if worn well but those two are so wooden and even masculine, seemingly lacking feminine instincts – we come back to the benchmarks of Audrey Hepburn and even Grace ‘screw anything in trousers’ Kelly – they still retained femininity throughout.
I’m really struggling to think of any women today whose deportment shows grace and reserve – I mean those in the public sphere, not private individuals – it seems to be a dead art.