Marilyn the archer.
Pin up art by Peter Driben on the cover of Titter magazine, 1955.
Wait, what? You mean that’s not what this is supposed to be?
Happy 10 BILLIONTH post, Tumblr nerds!!
From now on I shall be referring to the girls as the “Salvation Army”.
Autoreblog, obvs.
I see your torn cherry, MM, and raise you bluebs and boobs.
(You’re absolutely right about the spokesmodelling abilities of a sizeable rack, too.)
A bitch can be topical, yo.
Nice try bra.
This photo from Singalong last night speaks volumes. Those weren’t all mine (although at least 2 of the Jager shots were), but there were 10 drinks in front of me at one point, thanks to an enthusiastic older lady named Linda who was so into it she got a pair of spoons to play when our percussion master Tony wisely restricted her access to the tambourine. (TAMBOS ARE NOT TOYS, PEOPLE.) Unlike last month, I couldn’t manage to convince a girl in the crowd to flash the band her tits, but not for lack of trying.
But I’d probably just start emailing the firehose.
If you’re lucky, you’ll get a lot more chances as you get older.
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Marilyn Monroe & Tony Curtis (who I choose to believe is throwing horns) on the set of Some Like It Hot (1959, dir. Billy Wilder)
“[The tailor on Some Like It Hot] measured me, 16, 34, 43, 18, 19, 18,” Tony Curtis later recalled, “and then he goes to Marilyn - this is all in the same day and this is the truth…He comes in to Marilyn’s room and Marilyn had on a pair of panties and a white blouse and that’s all. He put the tape around her legs, looked up at Marilyn and said, ‘You know, Tony Curtis has got a better-looking ass than you.’ She was standing there, she unbuttoned her blouse, and said, ‘He doesn’t have tits like these!’”
For once, I think we need these salty stories, because Monroe needs all the salt she can get. The Marilyn industry is so deeply soaked in her crack-ups -shaking the poor woman until we can hear the slosh of booze and the rattle of pills -that it’s a relief to get back to the floozie with the forked tongue.
-Anthony Lane, excerpted from “On Billy Wilder”, The New Yorker
SPIRIT ANIMAL 4LYFE](http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ln17asyjAX1qzdvhio1_r1_500.jpg)
Marilyn Monroe & Tony Curtis (who I choose to believe is throwing horns) on the set of Some Like It Hot (1959, dir. Billy Wilder)
“[The tailor on Some Like It Hot] measured me, 16, 34, 43, 18, 19, 18,” Tony Curtis later recalled, “and then he goes to Marilyn - this is all in the same day and this is the truth…He comes in to Marilyn’s room and Marilyn had on a pair of panties and a white blouse and that’s all. He put the tape around her legs, looked up at Marilyn and said, ‘You know, Tony Curtis has got a better-looking ass than you.’ She was standing there, she unbuttoned her blouse, and said, ‘He doesn’t have tits like these!’”
For once, I think we need these salty stories, because Monroe needs all the salt she can get. The Marilyn industry is so deeply soaked in her crack-ups -shaking the poor woman until we can hear the slosh of booze and the rattle of pills -that it’s a relief to get back to the floozie with the forked tongue.
-Anthony Lane, excerpted from “On Billy Wilder”, The New Yorker
SPIRIT ANIMAL 4LYFE
You obviously have me confused for someone who gains validation through means other than my boobs.
I’m not falling for your spammy little quiz… that’s how high my IQ is.