12 March 2005
The dimensions of celebrity
Just in the past twenty-four hours, people have wandered to this site inquiring about Pamela Anderson's bust size (which I understand is variable, but considerable), Debra Messing's bust size (which I understand is consistent, but not huge), and Ann Coulter's height (which probably doesn't matter, since she'll look you in the eye regardless).
In addition to these, there are the usual requests for photos of the following sans clothing: model Michelle Lombardo, KWTV news babe Amy McRee, and, most unexpectedly, Laura Ingraham. What's more, the number of Olsen-twin requests is up as well, though Teri Polo requests seem to be on the wane at last. There are, I'm starting to believe, people who think that there exist nude photos of everyone on earth, and that those photos can and will be found if you dig far enough into Google.
It is circumstances such as these which make me somewhat more grateful for my nonentity status: I would probably be horrified were someone searching for me with these specifications.
(For the record, I'm six feet tall, and if I ever run into Ann Coulter, I'll expect her to tower over me, but then I expect her to be wearing heels, and besides I slouch a bit; and only once, in 1984, before the era of digital cameras and readily-available scanners, have I ever posed for a photograph unclothed, not counting whatever baby pictures may have been shot back in the Eisenhower administration, which were presumably done without my consent anyway.)
Posted at 1:50 PM to Blogorrhea
This is the second time this week you've commented
on something about yourself being naked.
What's up with that?
And thanks for not mentioning Debra Messing's nose.
It's spring, which means two things: vegetables become less expensive, and I don't have to get dressed to stay warm.
As noses run, I never thought hers was all that huge, but then again, it's not my primary area of interest.
I remember a posting once on here about Ann Coulter's rack. My son said she was up at Tufts last week and he went to see her because a) he loves her and b) being probably the only conservative at Tufts, he enjoys making a lot of noise and pissing off the richbitch, snot-nosed silver-spoon spoiled-brat offspring of filthy rich megabucks parents. Anyway, I digress. He tells me that he got close enough to her to note that she doesn't have anything remotely definable as a major rack, and that she needed two body guards to escort her out to avoid being assassinated by those snot-nosed liberal punks.
Just passing on the info.
What did you do when you worked for Eisenhower?
There was a recent posting about Ann Coulter's balcony, which you may find here.
And I once helped to precipitate a small teacup-level blog tempest by commenting that Coulter was basically "the flip side of Katie Couric, albeit with nicer legs." (Original here.)
During the Eisenhower era, I went through a number of things, one of which was toilet training. (I turn 52 this year.)
Ok. So you're 52, 6 feet tall, you posted your
shoe size and you like to talk about being naked.
Does that sum it up?
<---not complaining. I just asked so I know what
I'm dealing with here. You sound awfully familiar.
Now that's a scary thought in and of itself.
Then again, I can hardly expect to be enigmatic or incognito when I've run a Web site touching on all manner of personal topics for almost nine years.
Scary? You want me to sing Rod McKuen's I'm not Afraid?
Better you than McKuen, I suppose. (I keep a 45 of his version of "Seasons in the Sun" on hand to repel starlings and crows.)
CGH wrote: "As noses run. . ."
Love your wit.