MCMLIII

Ah, the Golden, almost perfectly Mindless 1950's!  Of which this clip of Jane Russell cavorting with an Olympic men's swim team in Gentlemen Prefer Blondes (1953) will serve admirably to illustrate both the God's Plenty and the imbecilic unthinking Gratuity of it all:  What I saw as an eleven-year-old--and still see three score years later, in this quintessentially vulgar, unfunny, heterosexist-dipshit movie--is right up inside the gaping left leg of the swim suit of the muscular and well hung young man doing a sort of back flip in front of the heifer-like and blankly clueless Ms. Russell. And that's either a jockstrap or the base of the young man's testicles.  I saw it then and I see it now; but nobody else did, least of all the morons, heifers, and Jewish moguls who made this absolutely stupid and quite inadvertently titillating movie.