Valley of the Dolls





Like, I'm so sure. I was picking up peeps from the slug line.  Totally forgot my sunglasses. Duh. Didn’t see my roommate til I was pulling out.  Yikes!  He was like, mad, and sent me a nasty text.  What-ever!  Anyhow, I was like, late to work and I missed my glasses….Blah-blah-blah-blah-blah….

I just spent fifteen minutes of my precious life sharing pole space with a 20 something year old woman who hurled incessant drivel towards another 20 something year old guy at least 5 passengers away. At first glance she looked innocuous enough, even cute, until she opened her mouth.  Is this really what at least $100K worth of education paid for?  Have mercy on us all, for sure! 

Oohlala!

What comes to mind when I look at Caravaggio’s Fruit on a Stone Ledge?  Scrumptious, tempting, dark, inviting, succulent, mouthwatering, enticing, exotic, elusive, rotund, curvy, pointy, dimply, soft, firm,  earthy, vibrant, delectable --- I can go on and on. 

A friend of mine requested that I write a tribute to DC derrieres – those ubiquitous wonders that he cannot help but admire every time he is fortunate enough to share public transportation with the womenfolk of this great metropolis.  He is quite a connoisseur, he claims, and just relishes those moments when he can exercise his right to “look but not touch.” 

Well then, here’s to you my friend.  Caravaggio’s masterpiece says it all!