We were all once Pussycats

Greetings from the barren wasteland.

Life inmate 80942. From BLOG: I'm alive?

This is my rendition of a legend in her formative years. Her country songs didn't resonate with me until after I was 40 and had grown up a little.

It's a large scale graphite drawing 18x24. I wish Instagram would allow sizing. This is just the top half of her. A drawing wip update of my country singer, diva, legend.

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And can I just say to all those people who criticized the Pussycat Dolls for their choice of wardrobe when performing the announcement of their reunion tour, calling the costumes misogynistic and S&M gear, first if all you don't know what S&M is do you? Secondly, that pretty much sums up my entire wardrobe from 1989-2003. Misogyny be damned. I looked hot. So do they. Jealous?

Deep sigh...

It's not that I don't believe Virginia Roberts, it's that she came forward, as so many of them curiously do, years later, more than fifteen years later and starts throwing around accusations. How about some evidence? Proof? And again, why are the parents, or whoever was responsible, never actually responsible whenever a minor is reportedly involved in a sex crime like trafficking? My parents were neglectful selfish awful parents too at times but I was never trafficked out for sex. Little Asian girl. Hairless body. Obvious choice. I mean, c'mon. If I could avoid the Epsteins of the world so could Roberts with even bare minimum parenting. Even if she was a runaway, even if she was a drug addict, even if she was deemed unruly, parents still need to be held equally responsible. Just my opinion. Whatever. Now let's have some proof.

My dear Betty White, how far we've come. How far we have yet to go. Every new generation of women lays down more arduous tracks without end to travel.

Take me JG!

I'm ready

Atlantis

Let's go