Low hanging what?? Really Ogged, that is an ageist remark.
Wouldn't the post title be more appropriate if it were geezer dudes posing nude?
Ah, dear old Pittsburgh (area).
This isn't going to do wonders for our ability to hang on to young people, or our reputation for same.
I will always associate Monongahela with the fake ads Bob and Ray did for the Monongahela metal foundry "The foundry that casts its ingots with the housewife in mind."
Ms June and Ms April can be seen here.
God, I love crazy old ladies. I hope I become one of them and not like my own grandmas, both bitter, racist, pill-popping agoraphobes. I'd much rather humiliate my grandchildren by posing nude with a piano.
The only grandmother I really knew was kinda racist too. Not extremely hateful, but, you know, a child of her times. Or something. She was also influenced by growing up during the Depression, but had carefully invested (and, if I remember correctly, collected two pensions from her husband), handling her money mostly by herself.
In fact, she was pretty computer literate. Certainly more so than my mom, and maybe more than my dad and I. She made a hobby or even part-time work out of doing her neighbor's taxes. She also played tennis until the week she died. I don't know if she could beat my cousin, who was on her school's tennis team and everything, but she could definitely have beat me.
It wasn't until a creative writing class in college when I mocked a portrayal of a little old lady knitting in a rocking chair on her front porch, arguing that it was stereotyped and fake because I thought old people aren't really like that, that I realized my experience might not have been normal.
My Gramma is one of the only people in my immediate family I really look up to. And yet I have no desire to see her photographed nekkid.
I mean "to see nekkid photographs of her". The construction I used made it sound like I didn't want someone taking the photographs against her will, which obviously I would not want, but that wasn't what I was talking about.
See, you might do better with this crowd than the 22 year old lifeguards.
Darn it, I remember seeing a photo a few months ago of the artist's elderly mother in the nude. It was really a beautiful picture, but I can't remember the photographer's name. Instead, all I could find was this, which is nice too, but doesn't quite communicate the impressiveness of a nude woman past the "sexy" stage and not giving a shit.
'Sbeen done..
Those women are 45-60, these women are all above 70. America, taking it to 11, again.
Monogahela is Joe Montana country. And not far upriver is Donora, birthplace of Stan Musial, all-time St. Louis Cardinal.
When we were sorting through my grandparents' photos, we found a number of recent ones of them hanging around the house in the nude and striking poses for each other. These pictures did not have the benefit of strategically-placed pianos or umbrellas, either.
Ogged, nice to see you're developing more age-appropriate tastes in women.
17 IS USELESS WITHOUT PICS
19. Jees, GRANDMA, keep your shirt on.
I have no desire to see her photographed nekkid.
Let me know if you change your mind. I'm not going to hang on to these forever.
When I saw the post title, all I could think of was that disturbing pic of Lou Adler's kid and his comically (tragically? tragicomically? taffy? tragicomicaffically?) low hanging super-descended balls. I would look for the pic but I prefer not to throw up everything I've eaten in the last week. (I have moved to Hollywood, not GONE Hollywood.)
Just make sure to make some printouts on archival paper, Apo.
re: 24
Glass plates, dude. Collodion process, all the way.
Off-topic but on-title, where the heck is Ben when Republican scandals and latin grammar pedantry finally collide?
"Why are none of the young people staying?"
"Have you looked at the dating market??"
yay mon valley.
donora - birthplace of my parents. my dad went to hs w/ ken griffey sr (i'm told he didn't even play baseball at the time), and my aunt often played tennis w/ joe montana (i think his first wife was a local, too). for a tiny little burgh, they sure had some athletes. also, temperature inversion.
i'm glad my surviving grandma didn't participate. she's awfully liberated these days. i'm happy she's sticking to seeing the world and occasionally doing the drunken chicken dance w/ great-grandkids.
Aside from the fact that "monongahela" sounds like the biggest cock ever
Y'know, James Fenimore Cooper used to say the same thing.
