Wednesday, August 01, 2007
Possums, there are times when it seems we have fallen asleep with our head on an Umberto Eco tome and then feel like Scully and Mulder in an episode of The BiSex Files. And we wonder, Has the truth been "out" there all along? Are bisexuals the new Knights Templar?
It makes us re-examine everything we thought we knew.
And so, looking at this Bravo publicity shot of recently pykagged cheftestant Lia Bardeen, signs seem to jump out at us: the narrowed eyes, the tough stance, the Jean-Paul Gaultier-esque stripey top, the Carrie Bradshaw-revived name necklace, the studded leather bracelet, the nesting bowls, the fish about to be slit, the Playtex 18-Hour Bra-like curtains, and for God's sake, the papayas (and in Miami, no less, where, as the Miami Herald notes in article on just how easy it is to be unintentionally obscene in Spanish, "let's not forget that flesh-colored tropical fruit full of dark seeds and digestive enzymes that we Havana natives call frutabomba (bomb fruit) because of its shape, reserving its original name for -- well, you figure it out.")!
What's it all mean?