Depends on your worldview. I'd say the 90's, particularly the early 90's, if for no other reason than the USSR (weird to even type that nowadays) collapsed under the weight of it's own fallacies.
My father made old 8mm home movies in the 1960s when family and friends were slimmer (and younger, obviously) than today.
Anyway, a couple of things I notice when watching those was how old (even for the day) and beat-up the cars were, and how much litter there was on the ground in the public square.
Speaking of ads, no wonder by the 1970s Iron Eyes Cody was crying.
And, as if to confirm ads are bullshit, I find out that old Iron Eyes wasn't Native American, but... Italian?
Perhaps a member of the Heckawi Tribe trying to open a casino?
On Earth Day 1971, a new campaign was launched with the theme "People Start Pollution. People can stop it." It was a Public Service Announcement aired on TV replay of the clip. It featured a now iconic "Crying Indian" Iron Eyes Cody. Interestingly, Cody was not actually of Native American ancestry, but Italian. Iron Eyes Cody also appeared in three Western films with President Ronald Reagan. He has a star bearing his name on the Famous Walk of Fame on Hollywood Boulevard.
My mother was a shapely woman born in the 30's: tall (5'10")not at all heavy (124 lbs) and busty (that's how she described herself in polite company, except I also heard her use "large-breasted" 3 or 4 times). That of course, would have no bearing on the appearance of the kind of woman I would look for.
The woman I married over 25 years ago? 5'10". 138 lbs. Busty.
In fact, all through high school and college I only once dated a young lady under 5'7" and never - though I didn't consciously mean to - did I date someone small-chested or "heavy". I didn't consciously mean to avoid any other type, but it just happened that there were always plenty of girls/women who fit within the descriptions above that wanted to go out with me.
Now I'm wondering what it all means! Where is that therapist's number . . .
As for the figure on the female characters you can make at the website, if you actually went there and tried it, you'd know that the shapeliness is attributable to the foundation garments of the era.
Reminds me of Janet Leigh in "Touch of Evil," which we watched last night. Leigh displays absurdly pointy breasts, first poking under a tight sweater (rushing about town) and then later in her corset (lounging on a motel bed). Link.
Half my traffic is from people looking for pointy breasts.
It's like that, isn't it? Probably 2/3 or more of my total traffic on Ambiv was and still is for a post titled POPE CATHOLIC MASTURBATION. I have the dubious distinction of being the top result for that search.
Hell, I encouraged it from the get-go by making the very title of the post a Google search. Which makes it a funny kind of loop or Moebius strip or self-fulfilling prophecy.
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You maybe are that shapely - I'll never know, I'm not driving all the way to Madison to find out
Was the sixties the last optimistic decade in American history?
Depends on your worldview. I'd say the 90's, particularly the early 90's, if for no other reason than the USSR (weird to even type that nowadays) collapsed under the weight of it's own fallacies.
The Number One rule when sucking up to Althouse: always pretend she is slimmer than she is.
What, no box wine in the 60's?
These are cute! And nice, chuck and Amba!
I've never seen you wear a dress like that, or that type of jewelry, or shoes like that, and I've never seen you drink a martini.
Hubba Hubba!
What is suggested by her pose?
Chris:
Your Mom hid the gin and mixers in the hamper where you'd never find them. Heh.
"I've never seen you wear a dress like that, or that type of jewelry, or shoes like that, and I've never seen you drink a martini."
Yeah, and I'm also not on the TV show "Mad Man"...
You've never had a martini? Or just not in front of the children?
Perhaps people were thinner in the 1960s.
My father made old 8mm home movies in the 1960s when family and friends were slimmer (and younger, obviously) than today.
Anyway, a couple of things I notice when watching those was how old (even for the day) and beat-up the cars were, and how much litter there was on the ground in the public square.
Speaking of ads, no wonder by the 1970s Iron Eyes Cody was crying.
And, as if to confirm ads are bullshit, I find out that old Iron Eyes wasn't Native American, but... Italian?
Perhaps a member of the Heckawi Tribe trying to open a casino?
On Earth Day 1971, a new campaign was launched with the theme "People Start Pollution. People can stop it." It was a Public Service Announcement aired on TV replay of the clip. It featured a now iconic "Crying Indian" Iron Eyes Cody. Interestingly, Cody was not actually of Native American ancestry, but Italian. Iron Eyes Cody also appeared in three Western films with President Ronald Reagan. He has a star bearing his name on the Famous Walk of Fame on Hollywood Boulevard.
Sigh.
My mother was a shapely woman born in the 30's: tall (5'10")not at all heavy (124 lbs) and busty (that's how she described herself in polite company, except I also heard her use "large-breasted" 3 or 4 times). That of course, would have no bearing on the appearance of the kind of woman I would look for.
The woman I married over 25 years ago? 5'10". 138 lbs. Busty.
In fact, all through high school and college I only once dated a young lady under 5'7" and never - though I didn't consciously mean to -
did I date someone small-chested or "heavy". I didn't consciously mean to avoid any other type, but it just happened that there were always plenty of girls/women who fit within the descriptions above that wanted to go out with me.
Now I'm wondering what it all means! Where is that therapist's number . . .
And my own..
As for the figure on the female characters you can make at the website, if you actually went there and tried it, you'd know that the shapeliness is attributable to the foundation garments of the era.
Reminds me of Janet Leigh in "Touch of Evil," which we watched last night. Leigh displays absurdly pointy breasts, first poking under a tight sweater (rushing about town) and then later in her corset (lounging on a motel bed). Link.
...the shapeliness is attributable to the foundation garments of the era.
I'm so not sure that Christina Hendricks needs foundation garments, link, but I'd love to hear it debated. :)
Didn't Meade mention he likes em pointy?
Smoking hot.
Meade, you lucky devil.
(Much of that shape was created by the panty girdle, the most evil device ever to confront teen age boys.)
You've never had a martini?
How can anyone not drink martinis?
Gin though. Always gin.
I would do your Madmenize figure.
Nice ass and tits.
Instant hard on.
I drink martinis.
Gin though. Always gin.
Yes! Cheers Madman!
People were thinner then:
less restaurant eating
more smoking
pointy breasts
The missle nose cone shape. It was very popular.
I like em point and I like em hard.
I like em not being soft on terror like Pelosi.
I like em looking like missiles or torpedoes.
I want em patritotic, standing at attention, ready to die for this great country and republican.
No saggy liberal hippy tits for me, thank you.
I also want large deep red nipples to play with and fall asleep on.
Althouse, it's precisely that observation about Leigh that has made my blog #1 in pointy breasts!
Seriously, Google "pointy breasts" and The Bit maelstrom comes up first. Half my traffic is from people looking for pointy breasts.
when a girl walks in with an itty bitty waist and a round thing in your face
EDH: People were thinner in the '60s, and the ideal of beauty was fatter. Go figure.
Half my traffic is from people looking for pointy breasts.
It's like that, isn't it? Probably 2/3 or more of my total traffic on Ambiv was and still is for a post titled POPE CATHOLIC MASTURBATION. I have the dubious distinction of being the top result for that search.
That's pretty funny, amba.
Of course, at some point I started to encourage it, out of perverseness. I doubt you did that.
I doubt you did that.
Hell, I encouraged it from the get-go by making the very title of the post a Google search. Which makes it a funny kind of loop or Moebius strip or self-fulfilling prophecy.
Well, my Pope hat's off to ya!
kentuckyliz -
No offense meant in the question, but are you actually female? You seem a little more sexually assertive than most women making blog comments.
Not that there's anything wrong with that.
Forgive me if I'm misreading.
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