I'm not going to write about Elliot Spitzer except to say I think he should resign. Not because he cheated on his spouse, but because he violated the same laws he once prosecuted as New York Attorney General, indicating his judgment is way out of whack. (Bonus points to The Daily Show for deeming it "Fuck-gate".)
Instead I'm going to address the headline on the bottom left of the current issue of Esquire, "WHEN THE HELL DID 39 YEAR-OLD WOMEN GET TO BE SEXY?". My Esquire editor is awesome as popcorn and I've read Esquire since high school. Also, I understand that, ostensibly, the headline is complimentary and, no, I haven't had a chance to read the piece yet. My beef is strictly with the headline's implicit surprise. So, to the editor(s) who wrote and approved the headline, I say this:
1) If I took my shirt off, I guarantee you'd stay in the room and,
2) Eat a bag of dicks.
Toodles,
Litsa
4 comments:
_I_ think 39 year-old women are sexy, but then I always did like'em younger. :)
Mwah! Steve
This is just one of the many ways in which you demonstrate irreproachable taste.
Right back atcha, mon frere.
Would it be weird if I agreed a little too enthusiastically with the first point in your response to your Esquire editor?
I would most definitely stay in the room. But maybe that's overstating the obvious. Saying "I'm pro Litsa's boobs" is kinda like saying "I enjoy food and oxygen" or "I'll be on one of the first shuttles to the moon when the Republican Party finally declares martial law." Not exactly an original sentiment, but worth repeating nonetheless.
I want to be clear that, like I said, my Esquire editor has been peachy and, as far as I know, he didn't craft the headline in question.
That said, I welcome your enthusiasm for my upper torso. Should the need arise, know that I will loudly and publicly declare fondness for your happy bits.
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