Kathleen Turner, 53, is directing a play somewhere in the South. I think the playhouse is next to a White Castle because that's the only way to explain this. Also, the New York Daily News is reporting that her possible binge drinking has brought her to new heights of sexy:
Kathleen Turners' revelations about her battle with the bottle have cast and crew of "Crimes of the Heart" wondering after she passed out at a recent rehearsal, reports a source.
(After) the rehearsal, says a source, "she had to be helped home." Adds another: "I've never seen her drink at the theater, but what she does on her own time I can't say."
I'm sorry she's a god damn lush but can't she just be a little more fuckable? I mean Jim Beam does not do that to people. 785,000 donuts maybe, but not Jim Beam. Plus there are plenty of hot 53-year old chicks like...um...yeah her. Elizabeth Taylor might have once been the hottest chick to ever live and now she looks like my asshole distended, so I'm not saying that Kathleen Turner was expected to stay hot forever. But did she have to turn into this? Scenes from better days are clickable.
Tuesday, March 04, 2008
I THINK I'M IN LOVE
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As one who does not have a perfect record of keeping his body in top shape over the entire 37 years of his life I cannot comment on another person who, for what ever the reason, was also unable to do this.
WTF am I talking about? I am a man and she is a woman, it is totally different for me. I can openly criticize her for being fat even though I myself am a good 30 lbs off my fighting weight. Don't hate either, it has nothing to do with me, society (all of you) are the ones that allow this contradiction to exist.
I loose nothing by gaining a little weight as long as I still make money. Sadly this would not be true if I was born a woman. Nothing would matter to the world around me but my appearance or more specifically the size of my ass in proportion to my breasts, the length of my legs in proportion to the thickness of my ankles, the size of my lips, the color, texture, and thickness of my hair, the shape of my face and cheekbones, the color, texture, and appearance of my skin, need I continue.
All things that sadly I as a woman would have very little control over, however, these things would dominate my life and how others see me and how I see myself. I could fight like hell in an endless pursuit to modify, mask, change, or alter myself to fit some unachievable ideal that does not really exist or I could just give up and end up like Kathleen and drink until I forget the pain. Have a nice day.
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