... is back on the catwalk of his closeted no-comments soapbox drooling to fewer than ever before about the Frankly Appalling: James Wolcott of Vanity Fair.
It only serves to remind us of our late advice to the gendertarded Wolcott: Hint to James Wolcott: When You Look Like the Spawn of Jabba the Hut and Mr. Toad, Don't Advertise TV Appearances
Posted by Vanderleun at August 6, 2009 5:30 PM
I think you are being most unfair to Mr. Toad.
Warts? Sure.
Watertight ass? Indeed. To 300 feet.
But he had class.
And did not mince.
Posted by: Lance de Boyle at August 6, 2009 6:10 PMWell, Arthur, in this as in other things, the face is but the mirror of the soul.
Posted by: vanderleun at August 6, 2009 9:42 PMAs much as he tries, Wolcott will never be worthy to push in Robert Benchley's seat at the Roundtable.
"Call me a cab."
"Sir, I am an admiral in the US Navy."
"Then call me a battleship."
That has to be the top in 'how to extract your foot from your mouth with more style than a Milan runway could do in ten years'. Jimmy Wolcott can only dream of having that much wit.
Posted by: Mikey NTH at August 7, 2009 12:40 PMWell, Arthur, in this as in other things, the face is but the mirror of the soul.
It isn't just the physical features, it is the animation, the life shown in the play on the features - that is where you see the soul, and either are drawn or recoil.
Posted by: Mikey NTH at August 7, 2009 12:47 PM
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