I’ve mentioned before that I would like to be Dame Helen Mirren when I grow up.
Damn Helen. Zowie. Not only is she clever, talented and beautiful. . . check out those abs of steel.
The woman is 25 years older than me and if I may quote Heather of Go Fug Yourself fame:
Never mind that it’s deeply unfair that Helen, who is twice my age at least, looks better in a bikini than I have done, currently do, or ever will. Because I can’t hate her for it. I can only gape. My girl-crush is now full-fledged love. While we all knew she had a great figure and a timeless rack that she’d whip out during awards season, I don’t think any of us were aware just HOW much her bod is — as the kids these days call it — bangin’. AND her bathing suit is cute. How do you DO it, Helen? With whose blood are you flavoring your morning tea? How much did Satan pay you for your soul, and may I have his number? Or does he read Craigslist?
Seriously, this makes me feel infinitely better about aging. I might even go do a sit-up.
I’m with Heather. My girl crush is also full-fledged love.
July 20th, 2008 at 8:49 pm
A few days ago I had sent this, and a couple other photos of HM in her ’swimming costume’ to a dear friend who adores her — and is young enough to be her son.
He said he felt rather pervy lusting after a senior..