L’accident de voiture tue la famille, mes amours.

She can tell you about the plane crash
with a gleam in her eye.

Frequently cited as the world’s most beautiful news anchor, this girl perfectly balances her femininity with the unnatural burdens of being a modern ambitious careerist woman.  Very few women can pull this off, but if I had to guess I’d say French women come closest.  No matter how masculine their pursuits, French women never seem to lose touch with their inner sexy seductress.  Watch how she sits with her shoulders slightly scrunched up, how she subtly flirts with the audience through a raised eyebrow or a jutting bosom or fingers run absentmindedly through her hair.  This woman is aware of her beauty and is happy to let men watching her enjoy it.  There is not a hint of what Fred Reed calls “the Chip”.  She is at peace with the fact that her power derives from her looks.  American women should take note.

Check out her goods at 0:18 seconds.  magnifique derriere!





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  1. This is perfection. I am not nearly as beautiful, but the goal is the same nonetheless.

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  2. Hahaha! Before I even read the last line of your post I had re-run the ass bit 5 times!.
    My god it’s fantastic!

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  3. on June 15, 2007 at 2:57 pm Smoothvirus

    magnifique derriere!

    Je suis d’accord.

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  4. Moi aussi. Elle est vraichment belle.

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  5. This reminds me of one of my favorite scenes from West Wing, where Ainsley Hayes (one of the most compelling female characters in modern television history) perfectly sums up the relative unimportance of modern feminism.

    Sam [deputy White House director of communications]compliments Ainsley [White House Counsel] on how well she looks in an evening dress, muttering, “Hayes, you could make a good dog break his leash.” Celia [frumpy temp office worker] then tells Sam that his comment has demeaned Ainsley, and says to her, “I’m surprised that you’re willing to let your sexuality diminish your power.”

    Ainsley: “I don’t even know what that means. And I think you think I’m made out of candy glass, Celia. If somebody says something that offends you, tell them, but all women don’t have to think alike. I like it when the guys tease me. It’s an inadvertent show of respect that I’m on the team and I don’t mind it when it gets sexual because you know what– I like sex! I don’t think whatever sexuality I may have diminishes my power. I think it enhances it.”

    Celia: “And what kind of feminism do you call that?”

    Ainsley: “My kind.”

    Celia: “It’s called lipstick feminism. I call it stiletto feminism. Isn’t the point that Sam wouldn’t be able to find another way to be chummy with a woman who wasn’t sexually appealing?”

    Ainsley: “He would be able to, but that isn’t the point. The point is that sexual revolution tends to get in the way of actual revolution, nonsense issues distract attention away from real ones: pay equity, child care, honest-to-God sexual harassment, and in this case, a speech in front of the UN General assembly! So stop trying to take the fun out of my day. With that, I’m going to get a cupcake.”

    Now THAT’S my kind of woman.

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  6. I’m consumed with the need to know what these two luscious creatures are talking about. Like hell I am!

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