It's no secret that I do enjoy lusting after older women. Older yes, geriatric no. Long time readers may remember some ridiculous post in which I may have referred to Bea Arthur as a "sex symbol." This of course was meant to be more funny then serious. I suppose it's a joke until someone can produce a photo of her before she turned 60. Then we will let the readers decide via poll if she is a "hot biscuit."
It has recently been brought to my attention, this afternoon being recently, that some of my posts may err on the side of misogynistic. In addition, it has also been suggested that I may be more abrasive in text then I am in person (see Wizard of Oz curtain effect). I will agree that yes, that are differences between the digital Garrett and the organic Garrett. It is internationally accepted that I am much better looking in the flesh than on text. This is irrefutable. I suppose what I need from the readership that knows me is for people to step up and either substantiate or dismiss the allegation.
1) Am I as offensive in real life as I am on this blog?
2) To any female readers that have befriended me throughout my life, am I misogynistic? (I would love if any of my ex-special lady friends would step forward and speak out.)
The only way this can be determined is by logging in and leaving a "comment."
This brings us, in a seamless segue none the less, to Valeria Bertinelli. I'm not old enough to know what movies she was in. To be completely honest, I'm not entirely sure if she is famous for making movies. I do know one thing for sure. I want to nail Valeria Bertinelli, there I said it.
Hot indeed, though looking a bit like Paula Abdul in this photo. Since her mouth is closed, in her defense, I can only assume that she isn't spattering forth hallucinogenic induced verbal garbage that Abdul would claim as useful American Idol commentary.
Now that Eddie Van Halen is out of the picture, it's just a matter of time before I procure this modern day Mrs. Robinson. (She will be mine, oh yes, she will be mine)