January 05, 2004


When you meet the object of your childhood lust, it pays not to be glassy-eyed, slack jawed, wearing Dockers, and holding a ham sandwich and a bag of Funyons. Otherwise said object of childhood lust is liable to flee the state.

Posted by Tim Blair at January 5, 2004 11:48 AM

The post begins:

Actress and liberal activist Jessica Lange is a Minnesota resident, living in the city where I work - Stillwater. Iíve always considered that a point of pride, one that I never fail to impress people with at cocktail parties.

If I'd been at one of those parties, I'd have said, "Wow! Who is that again? An actress? What's she done. Besides King Kong. Frances? Didn't see it. Crimes of the Heart? Uh, no. Cape Fear? Not the Robert Mitchum version? No, of course not. A Thousand Acres? Sorry.

Turns out I've seen Tootsie, and that's it. I vaguely remember her in that.

This is why I don't go to cocktail parties.

Posted by: Angie Schultz at January 5, 2004 at 12:34 PM

well, I don't care where the hell she goes, so long as she leaves Sam Shepard behind (*quietly looking up Stillwater in atlas*)

Posted by: Gianna at January 5, 2004 at 01:36 PM

Saw previews of Big Fish the other day, she still is unbelievably hot. The gal they got to play her character in youth flashback scenes is, is... words fail me.

Hmm... Filthy rich stupid liberal, much better looking than my normal sick liberal lust, Katrina vanden Heuval. However, a restraining order from the Nation magazine would probably be a status symbol in the Vast Right Wing Conspiracy.

Recalibrate lust, Jessica it is. I will miss the patented vanden Heuval sneer.

Posted by: Jim at January 5, 2004 at 02:22 PM