In Which That Which Was Once On Rock N' Roll is Now on Semi

Soon...

Hey man, FUCK THE WORLD...

...Twisted Sister r001z!!!! Well, "I Wanna Rock" does (as well as "We're Not Gonna Take It", but to a lesser extent...).

The End of An Era

On 9 November 2005, during the Victoria's Secret show, Tyra Banks took her final cruise, stop, turn, turn, spin and walk down a fashion show runway. That statuesque, curvacious, mocha goddess has retired from modeling in order to pursue success as a talk show host. Or something. Who the fuck knows? What I do know is that, while fashion models and other assorted famous hot chicks come and go at a dizzying pace, especially in this era of Maxim, FHM, and other magazines of that ilk, where hot chicks both famous and non-famous are displayed, fixated upon, lusted after, and forgotten like so much voluptuous, flat-tummied, bedroom-eyed ephemera, Tyra Banks has remained a constant. A veritable gold standard of sexiness. And while she indeed has, as The Game pointed out, a big ol' forehead (an "eighthead", as Spike Lee might put it) does that not add to her beauty? Accentuating one of the slight structural differences often found between the male and female skull? Accentuating, in fact, her femininity? Especially when juxtaposed against her slender, swan-like neck? It is a winsome imperfection at the very least. Alas, Time comes for us all. Even Tyra Banks. Even if Keith Murray could indeed kick a verse to Father Time, causing him to put the world on pause, 'cause Keith fucked his head up with a rhyme, Tyra, hot, hot, constant-as-the-Northern-Star hot Tyra, would eventually have to make the ultimately wise choice that she made. To go out at the top of her game. After fourteen years of professional sexiness, the Earth shifts, the sky rotates on it's axis of stars, and Time, that strange, elusive, omnipotent master of humanity, that eternal, fluid fetter, swallows another epoch, slinking away in a red lace bra and underwear, a belt of "military style medallions" and wielding a crystal-covered baton. Good night, sweet queen of lingerie models, and adieu.

P.S. Tyra Banks refers to the whole made-up look that she wore as her job as "the thing", says that she is relieved to be finally rid of it, and claims that she is a dork and a film buff. I guess if Dana Scully (I mean Gillian Anderson) still doesn't want to respond to my e-mails and Fiona Apple doesn't return my phone calls...