Here in Vegas, people ask me all the time for one ridiculous stupid thing or another and my response is always the same, “Well, it’s Vegas, so I’m sure you’ll find it if you try.” Glib and equally annoyed. People think Las Vegas doesn’t go beyond the strip. Like we wake up each morning on a magnificent rooftop disco like The Great Gatsby. Only in the movies, honey. Only in the movies.
Still, it is Vegas. A state of mind.
Women who smoke, drank, and gambled were considered ladies of ill repute alongside prostitutes. Other women in society either loved you or hated you. Most hated you. And that was precisely the lure. They hated you because they were jealous. They were jealous that you had the nerve AND their husbands loved you for it.
These days there’s no art, no style, no class, no discretion, what made it all so illicit to begin with.
Seriously, some of these pictures people think are sexy are just crude.
At the very least, manscape and ladyscape your POV parts and for the love of wine please edit your photos so it doesn’t look like two raw ground meats smashed together and drowning in water!
How
How
HOW THE FUCK (I ask with pure affection)
Do you think that’s sexy?
And why is it fellas, you post pics of your $2,000 cameras while flexing a bicep, and yet my IPhone pics look way better?
Every day as artists we practice our craft. Or at least we should be practicing our crafts. Perfecting and polishing our images, our style, our representation. But some of you fellas, naked flexed bicep while holding a $2,000 camera and ZERO nuance, ZERO composition, and ZERO leitmotif, is just...
You have a $2,000 camera! Do something! — She vents way too loudly for 8:45 in the morning.
And so
While I’m constantly creating new images for Smith Card Co. I’m also binge watching ‘Grace and Frankie’ on Netflix. I’m not a fan of Jane Fonda’s politics (obviously) but I enjoy some of her films and now this series, and as a 50 year old woman I can relate to dating after a divorce, mine being finalized five years ago this month. My ex-husband didn’t leave me for another man unfortunately, no such luck, and though I would have preferred our marriage end that way, it nonetheless had to end, and so it did. I am literally restarting my life (again) only this time as a senior citizen. Hooray!
I relate to Grace and Frankie, being as how I’m a good part of both characters.
What does it say about a person who’s life has become script fodder?
Mr Turner?
Well
“Wave your hands in the air like you don't care; Glide by the people as they start to look and stare; Do your dance, do your dance, do your dance quick mamma; Come on baby tell me what's the word; Word up everybody says; When you hear the call you've got to get it underway; Word up it's the code word; No matter where you say it you know that you'll be heard”
And that children, is a dance song from my 80’s GenX generation. A little group called CAMEO, later covered by KORN.
(Yes I know some band letters on occasion are flipped backwards, nu-metal from Bakersfield, I’m texting on a smartphone, just roll with it.) https://youtu.be/kyOcIbRRkiw
I had the whole entire past weekend free with absolutely nothing to do so I made a ton of images, Netflix, and discovered another comic genius, Wyatt Cenac.
Chris Porter and Wyatt Cenac, are my two new favorite comics. Brilliant. My fantasy is attending a show where these are the only two comics on the bill. Give them Netflix and HBO specials! My goodness how my fantasies have changed.
Still, I refuse to give up.
I further refuse to be around single men (especially my age!) who can’t be real. We’re AARP for fuck sake! All that ego, postulating, grandstanding, constant act of indifference. Good grief man, aren’t you sick of it yet? Sashay bitch, by all means, as long as you can laugh at yourself when you fall. That’s who’ll I’ll pick up, dust off, and be weird with hand in hand. I won’t settle for less. I’d rather starve and die than be with a 24/7 arrogant prick. I’d rather starve and die.
Too much “I hate.” even in my generation, like you got all the time in the world. Reality check, you could be dead next week, god forbid. Your last words gonna be “I hate”? Having an opinion is one thing, hating others is something different, something WE ALL need to take out hate like trash, because that’s what it is, TRASH.
Girrrrrrrrl.
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