Oddly Enough, Reuters blog (January 28, 2010)
(Albert Gea, via Reuters, used w/o permission)
"Blog Guy, it's me. Goldilocks. All grown up. Out here on the slag pile where fairytale characters go when they've outlived their usefulness. Wrung out, discarded like old porridge…
"Yeah, I get it. What are you doing in this sleazy dive? What happened to the three bears?
"You can't tell? They're still with me. They'll never leave. Baby Bear is now a grown-up chain-smoker with a gambling problem. All of us, wrung out, discarded, like…
"Right. Like old porridge. Take a load off and look at some fashion designs for you and your three friends...."
Looking at that first photo, my immediate thought was that this could be a case of gene therapy gone horribly wrong.
Then, I took a look at the model's face.
I can't tell for sure, since photography hadn't been invented when some of my ancestors hacked their way into possession of Cawdor Castle,1 but I suspect that's the sort of look my great-to-some-power grandmothers may have had, before they stuck something long and sharp into an offensive person.
Manuel Bolano, creator of that - thing - she's wearing should be glad he's living in the 21st century, where skewering people for personal reasons is often frowned upon.
1 With the death of my father, I inherited a shot at being the Thane of Cawdor. But a ghastly number of people would have to die - or be killed - first, and we don't work that way anymore.
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