I have created a monster.
After innocently posting an item regarding Loretta Young and her oft-maligned late 50’s TV show, I have been deluged with messages regarding glamour vixens, opera length evening gloves, lorgnettes, strands of pearls, and, oddly enough, red dresses. Enough already! Life is far more complicated than “stream of consciousness” accessorizing.
It’s a new world, both human & robotic, fueled by the revenge of the soul-less animal. Does this mean that the androids are the ones that are actually “going to the ball?” Are we, in fact, the ones left holding the glass slipper? I await Data. And still hold tightly to my fading memories of Miss Young.
(Image: “Exodus” by Ray Caesar.)
TARTUFFE'S FOLLY, or Kind Words of Redemption for Our Dear Prometheus 