Well, she’s cheesy, badly dressed, really in to butterflies and the disturbing fantasy of many grown men, so, yeah, this seems about right.
“I’m in showbiz. I look at my boobs like they’re show horses or show dogs. You’ve got to keep them groomed.” - Dolly Parton
So I was watching the Dolly Parton E! True Hollywood Story the other day, and I was thinking about what most people know about Dolly. Which is to say, obviously, her tits.
Now, this series is actually here to open your eyes to the wonder of Dolly. Her wisdom, her charity, her fantastic clothes. But sort of like the time I went to a John Mayer concert and he played “No Such Thing” right off the bat, so that maybe people would listen to the rest of the concert or leave now that they’d seen it, I figure I might as well get those breasts off your minds.
When we tried to come up with recurring features for this here blog we hit a wall. Hump day obviously needed to be aided by truly terribly pop to get you through that long, long Wednesday afternoon. For us to give our conceited and unneeded advice about what you should be doing on Mondays made sense. Kaks needed someone to show all the crap on e-bay she’d buy if she had, you know, employment – so there went Tuesdays. And we couldn’t leave you off on the weekend without hours of good listening, so podcasts slipped into the Friday spot.
But what about Thursdays? What on earth would we do on Thursdays? What was a subject so vast that we could never tire, for all our lives, of talking about it at least once a week? What subject was so absorbing that spending my Wednesdays finding the very best facet of it would not be a chore but a joy? What the hell were we going to do with Thursday?
Frankly, the only disappointing thing is that it took me more than ten minutes to hit on it.