I was searching in my media files for a picture of Victoria Principal or Concettina Ree Principale as this is what this blog is about, but then I thought, "What in hell difference does it make whose picture I put up there from wacko Bob Barker who thinks his sh*t comes in a cellophane wrapper to ask any guy about some good looking chic and they are all vain, think they are Helen of Troys good looking sister and are just conceited bitches."
Hell I have seen skanky, hair legged critters, greasy hair, cellulite legs and paunches a horse would envy who think they are "hot", so women as a whole are the same puzzle.....so I put Clive Owen up as I just start laughing at this guy every time I think of him in a movie as he is the ultimate dipstick you can't help but like.
There are though women of every generation which honestly are not beautiful, but gorgeous. When I was a little kid Raquel Welch was perfection. Then there was Meredith Baxter and then came Victoria Principal in the early 80's. Now in the fading light of 2007, it is Monica Bellucci.....but all of them when they turn into old critters are just kind of sad as they don't do pretty even well any more. They are just taunted up old skins on the fleshing board with a look like a coon skin on an Indian drying rack.
For all the wonder and awe, I had as many had over Victoria Principal, as the age of God's Wisdom upholds me now more than the beauty of skin deep, now only see a rather completely wasted life of a rather lewd female who whored herself, uncomfortable in her own skin and is still flesh pedalling cosmetics to even more superficial critters.
Her main activities are animal worshipping PETA and baby butchering in aborticide. Rather strange combination if one looks at it from the outside as it a felony to lop old Foghorn Leghorn's head off for a Colonel Sanders feast, but Principal and all these strange bedfellows consider scalding an infant in saline, sucking them in pieces in a vacuum to ripping them to pieces with an iron prod as a humane right.
Principal even stated oddly once, "I know there have been rumors that I didn't have children because of my vanity. I didn't have children because I can't have children. It was the luck of the draw... It is a loss."
That to me is a most bizarre statement, but then Godless self worshipping types always come up with Al Gore type nonsense. God seems pretty good at having women who are barren making them have babies. I heard of one entire Church which only does that and has a great rate in getting a blessing laid for women to get prego. Perhaps, no certainly, in life it is not some luck in a draw, because someone like Principal who was fornicating, couldn't keep married and is running around aiding the slaughter of babies.....well it would seem logical that God would look at an off the wall Babylonian fertility goddess on the altar of Molech and say, "Not going to let any child near that womb or woman as she is clueless and dangerous".
In this about Victoria Principal, I just started laughing when I read a quote by one of her former boyfriends (It seems she social climbed from Jethro Bodine stardom) Max Baer jr, who stated 35 years after slapping her around once, "She deserved it. She was acting like a bitch."
Apparently Principal brings out the best in men as her newly divorced hubster, Harry Glassman of nip, suck, tuck and stuff fame, decided to do a Jethro on her too after 20 years of marriage.
Glassman though made out a bit better in getting 20 million dollars in the settlement and taking one of Principal's homes.
Guess for Victoria Principal life is a bitch in more ways than one.
The life God gave her though has been utterly wasted like the clan of nuts she associates with. That is what happens when you do not have God and you turn to all the fill ins until the last fill in when time runs out is you filling in your own grave.
Things that are beautiful somehow seem to me in prose should always be that way....and yet every flower turns into a wrinkled ugly discolored thing that stinks to repulsive in the vapor of life.
Perhaps that is why God made flowers in the reflection of showing just how women really are. There is great anticipation for their coming, but once the bloom and catch you in their spell they never give anything back because they are incapable of true love or the pure form of caring about someone else.....and in the end there is only regrets as they turn into a thing no one wants.
God bless you Concettina to save you from your own worst enemy which was, is and always has been in you. I doubt you will ever get anything even like fake religion as Jane Fonda, but for most of you vain glory types you had your moment here and investing in that instead of God you won't have your eternity where it matters.
With that, I return you to Owen Wilson. I have no idea what nonsense he accomplishes, but no one is going to mistake him for Helen of Troy.
