They were the kind of girls Mama was supposed to warn you about.
You know the kind. Bad Girls. Voracious dames who would pawn their virtue for a pack of smokes and a half-pint of bourbon.
Insatiable sirens with more curves than a scenic railway.
I can say only one thing: I am grateful I never listened to Mama.
You know, Doris Day thinking about husbanding Rock Hudson for 2.4 kids, a house with a porch, and Baked Alaska on every third Saturday in the month.
And the irony of it being Rock Hudson.
And those sad-eyed victims of gross misogyny.
Maybe hard to admit, but there was a truth in these B-movies which today’s ultra-inclusive films fail to represent.
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