OMG, I feel like Susan Hayward in I’ll Cry Tomorrow. You know, the movie with the greatest tagline EVER: ” Filmed on location; inside a woman’s soul.” At one point Hayward’s character, Lilian Roth, has it all–fame, fortune, a thriving career, and a stable of gay men to style her fabulous wardrobe.
Then–poof–and the puffs are gone. (Sorry I’m mixing my FagHag movies here.)
I backfill here to get you up to speed: just a couple of weeks ago Les Boys over at Gay List Daily ran their first their “Hooray for Hags” profile which featured me. Today I wake up to find they are recommening THIS!
Oh, I’m spinning out. My inner-Lilian is coming forward: “I can’t be anything except what I am! Look, look–what did you drop that bottle for? What are you trying to do, drive me crazy? Go on, GET THE BOTTLE! GET IT NOW!”
(Exit stage left.)
Forget Susan Hayward; think Kelly Klein Revenge and resume your 80s appetite for hard body athletes whose granite abs chipped your post-pop-on silk (and later gel) tipped nails so often, your bedroom reeked of Sue Pree.
Oh, sweet fruit fly, our deepest apologies. We saw something shiny and lost our minds for a moment. Typical men.
And don’t worry your pretty head (and shiny apples) for a second about eats.com. It’s a cheap hussy of a critic compared to your restaurant-rating beauty.
GET THE BOTTLE! GET IT NOW! Houseboys.
I love it! If only it was me… I’m so jealous!