Triptychs, always a staple of the corporate decor end of commercial art – or, as I like to call it, lobby art. So, here’s a delightfully dark triptych that will liven up a space much more than most will. 😉
Yeah, I admit it. I’m hearing Men Without Hats’ 1982 hit, “Safety Dance” while watching this svelte Black beauty rocking her covidkini on a rooftop.
Ah we can dance if we want to, we can leave your friends behind
Cause your friends don’t dance and if they don’t dance
Well they’re are no friends of mine
I say, we can go where we want to, a place where they will never find
And we can act like we come from out of this world
Leave the real one far behind,
And we can dance
Yeah! One, I’m old enough to remember when “Safety Dance” was big on the radio. Two, I live in NYC, Brooklyn specifically, and rooftops are a thing here. And, three and finally, I love the intersection of sexiness and the pluck to take the lemons 2020 gave us and make lemonade.
Africanization, habitat loss for some wild species, colony collapse disorder, and now Murder Hornets! We seriously need to save the bees – specifically, the European Honey Bee (a melange of various Apis mellifera subspecies).
And Hellfire! Forget the agriculture. Think of the honey and all the wonderful things it can be drizzled upon. I mean Karo and/or Golden syrup are all well and good, but honey is better.
As I’ve heartily said before, that white, dress shirt of yours is investmentwear, and it’s still quite useful in the “New Normal.” Indeed, one could even say that its use has been distilled down to it best use.
But, let us not forget to be “just” and strongly consider that it can also be used as a “woke” investment. All it takes is for us to consider what is right.
Yes, as all rightly-raised Americans know, the Blacks are very, very rarely right when it comes to anything important. Their entire “culture” is defined by being antithetical to what actually works in America. That being said, when they ARE right, they’re VERY FUCKING RIGHT!
The salient case in point at this moment is the Blacks views upon women’s “shape.” There is no evidence, despite their own race-baiters’ and that of their titularly White enablers rantings about beauty standards, that the “Black Community” has fallen victim to the Weight-Loss and Fashion cartels’ crap about body weight. From what I can garner, the Blacks aren’t fixated upon skeletons dipped in wax.
Yessiree! They may be dawgs – like a lot of us! – but the Blacks aren’t dogs and, hence, aren’t that interested in bones. I got to give them that. After all, an honest and right-thinking man gives credit where credit is due, irrespective of whom is receiving it.
So this is something that the rest of us, especially us Whites, can and should learn from the Blacks. Curves, however dangerous the love thereof may be to certain grifting industries and one political party, are good and should be celebrated, not lambasted.
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