Not Just About Chicks

Ok this isn’t some women-only site where we’re talkin’ undewires and corsets all the time. Six months ago I was obsessed with penises.

Well, cat penises.

OK one cat penis  – and someone out there out trolling for penis references had this to say about it: “Jesus, lady, what kind of sicko laughs at an animal losing his penis, even if only for a moment? You should have let that poor animal DIE! “

But (a) how do you lose your penis for a moment, right?And (b) I WASN’T laughing, as anyone actually reading the post can see.

I mean poor little Abe! He had transfusions, catheterizations, they shaved his leg and gave him a lip wax. He lost so much weight he looked like someone’s old grey sweater slung onto a chair.

But really all I‘m saying is, THIS BLOG: NOT JUST ABOUT CHICKS, YO.

Having stated as much I can now return to what I really wanted to say:

Mary Tyler Moore at the Emmys: Wo.

Mary Tyler Moore! Dear Mary, America's sweetheart, our own Mary with the once-plump cheeks!  That bared skin on her upper body looked like parchment pulled tight over chicken wire. Her arms are cruelly thin – and yet she still has the swags of extra flesh coming down just like we all do after a certain age. (Even Mick Jagger has them but hey – you don’t see him in an evening gown.) And then cute old Betty White toddled out all dimpled and plump in tasteful brocade and she looked awesome.

My kid told me this the other day, all sweet-like:

“Mum, no offense but when people get older they shouldn’t get too thin because then they look kind of ....well, scary.”

Now I see what she means.

And if I’ve run too much with the girl themes lately forgive me; my man’s been gone for one full week. He just got back today at what was for him 4 o’clock in the morning but already the house feels different. Abe the boycat just picked a fight with his sister and even the plants can tell that the  testosterone levels are risin’ now! :-)