"Oh God! I meant to throw that out before you could wear it again."
It serves James Bond right that he has been immortalized wearing this garment. Not that I don't love Bond, and all, but I mean - really. Shack and I settled down in front of Goldfinger this morning (Saturday, and all). The scene where Bond zippers himself into this attractive robins-egg blue one-piecer, with full wedgie functionality, opens with Bond having sun tan lotion applied to his back by one "Dink" (a girl, despite the name). In case you've forgotten, Dink is run off when Bond's CIA contact, Felix, appears poolside. Run off with a slap on her bottom before her blond head gets all confused by the "man talk" that Bond tells her is imminent.
I actually stopped at this point to explain to Shack, who was watching with great interest, that this kind of thing is not done anymore. "Why?" He looked very confused. I think my explanation about the 60s being a long time ago, the evils of sexism etc. didn't clear things up for him. But then there's Bond's "towelling playsuit" and that's some consolation.
Some dedicated fashion blogger has a long explanation about this here, and a few more pictures of Sean Connery having been steered very wrong, sartorially speaking. FYI.
2 comments:
Run off with a slap on her bottom before her blond head gets all confused by the "man talk" that Bond tells her is imminent.
Yes . . . and the problem is what, precisely?
Rule in the Sherman House: Boys watch Bond movies with Dad.
True Story: Until they were seven or so, they believed Bond movies were based on my life, before I met their mother.
Cheers.
Hey R - Sorry it took me so long to come back around to your comment. I hope this didn't get you in trouble anywhere. Not very, uhmm, reconstructed of you, is it?
I love that you had a James Bond existence before settling down.
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