Veronica Lake – Who I want to Fuck Today

Here is Veronica Lake dressed as a spooooooooooky witch for you guys cause Halloween is right around the corner. Ok, maybe not that spooky, since it is from a romantic comedy but I am going to just guess most of my followers have never seen I Married a Witch so you don’t know that. So trust me, it’s completely spooky. It’s about an centuries old curse! WooooooooO! All of that is actually true but you know, tone is important. She came up in conversation yesterday and honestly, the present day costumes sure are letting me down this year. Luckily, we always have nostalgia to fall back on, the golden memories of yesteryear that we can twist to suit our desires so that the past always proves us right one way or another. Speaking of nostalgia, Pigeon Foo replied to this ask yesterday and I enjoyed it because I love Halloween and I want to hear about people’s Halloweens. I have already shared my favorite memories there but I can dig deep for another story. During the end of my trick or treating days, I can’t remember what but we had entered the point where it was terribly uncool to care about anything, which I assume is still a thing that happens but was maybe the motto of my entire generation, caring is for losers, and I tried too hard with my costume. Which wasn’t really all that hard, it was basically a grim reaper robe and scythe and then I painted my face and probably did a crummy job of it. In general I lack artistic talent and while I can often imagine things and how I want them to look the translation from brain to pen really fucks things up and my picture ends up looking lamer than a stick figure. So my face paint of a super scary skeleton face was probably terrible. But more importantly someone invited Josh Cox along and I fucking hated Josh Cox. I think one of my friends liked him but I always thought he was a back full of dicks, which was convenient because his last name was Cox and I could be a vicious little shit and my only real revenge was to make fun of people until it caught on, and boy did I have a field day with the last name Cox back in Junior High. I might secretly be the villain of this story actually. Oh well. Anyway, his grandfather had founded the country club in the neighborhood we were going to trick or treat in (houses around a country club often give good candy. Like full sized candy bars. It was insane). We were so convinced that we were going get a lot of candy we didn’t bring bags or little plastic buckets, we brought pillow cases this time and everyone but me brought multiple masks so they could go back to the good houses more than once. This is where the mocking lead by ol’ Josh Coxsucker (one of my many hyper clever nicknames I gave him in 6th grade) came in. They all were just wearing t-shirts and jeans and a mask. I had tried too hard. He told me flat out no one would ever want to make out with me with all that face paint on. Which, I’ll be honest, in retrospect feels like a real win for me. I didn’t want to make out with any of the people we were trick or treating with. Which I guess left the adults who were giving us candy. I don’t remember wanting to make out with any of them and frankly if the only thing that was preventing them from making out with me was the face paint then I dodged a real bullet! Sorry pedophiles, I have face paint on. Anyway, often I have a point to these stories that ties everything back in and I guess I do here. I guess my point is that Josh Cox was a dickhead and what’s the point of having a blog with thousands of followers if you can’t defame some kid from Junior High when you suddenly remember he existed for the first time in years. Take that, Josh. You suck. Veronica Lake is awesome. And if you are reading this please feel free to reblog with one of your favorite Halloween Memory or send it to me or whatever. I genuinely want to know. Today I want to fuck Veronica Lake.

Sometimes I am impressed by how well Old Hollywood;s bag of tricks still work. And I guess how easily I can be manipulated. I think the one that gets me the most is the way they used to film women. And well, still do, Hollywood hasn’t thrown out the old tricks, just modified them. But the old favorite that was always used and isn’t quite so in your face anymore is to make the girl of desire in the film show up in soft focus and with her hair lit so it almost glowed. Soft Focus, if you don’t know, was originally something that came from defects in lenses. It is not the same as being out of focus but rather the edges can stay sharp while the interior is not quite focused. It hides blemishes and is why all the starlets in black and white movies look like their skin is beyond perfect. It also gives the dream like quality to the shot that makes them seem like they came from above, more than human. Certainly better than you or I. Add to that luminous hair and almost a halo of light and… well, you get the drift, there is a reason stars were seen as on a different level of humanity once upon a time. And the thing is, I know all of this, I know the tricks, I know at least enough about film to know how it is manipulating me and it still works. It means I see Veronica Lake and not only do I think she’s beautiful, I wonder how it is even the most gorgeous of today’s stars don’t have this special kind of beauty she and other had. And I just explained to you why. So that’s impressive. And you know, tricks or whatever Veronica Lake is ridiculously beautiful. If you don’t know her enjoy, she was in quite a few movies I would recommend. Maybe…. don’t look up details about her life though. I made the mistake of telling my friend all about her and it just depressed her. Well… nuff said, Hollywood maybe hasn’t always been kind to women. Uh, thank god that’s all over. Today I want to fuck Veronica Lake.

I don’t know who the actress from the 1940’s is that I find most attractive because I have never sat around trying to figure that out. Which is strange because that seems exactly like the sort of thing I would sit around doing. But I haven’t. If I had to go out on a limb though I’d say there’s a good chance it is Veronica Lake. She is gorgeous and honestly I am a bit of a sucker for a tragedy. And man, was she a tragedy. She was very much a Hollywood cliche in that she followed in the footsteps of many of the leading sex symbols who came before her, since I figure many of you don’t even know who she is I’ll share the tale as briefly as I can. I figure most people just skip over what I write anyway. She was discovered at 18 because girls were always discovered as teenagers then and already ticked off a lot of the bullet points that were needed for the cliched ending we’re heading towards, she came from an abusive household, her father was dead, her mother was domineering and controlling and the terror of a stage mother we all have heard about. She was a major star before 20 and began to very quickly struggle with alcoholism. She struggled with mental illness. She had a reputation for being a huge bitch which given that she was an alcoholic with mental illness it isn’t exactly surprising she might have had moments that people found off putting. Of course, this is where I am always torn in the history because she was kicked out of Catholic School for being “too rebellious” which means in my mind one of two things, either she was trouble and we see that in all the tales of her raging bitchdom or she was someone who thought for herself and thus was a woman who “didn’t know her place” in the world of the 1940’s. I suppose it could be both. Anyway, she made some pretty awesome movies in the 40’s with Alan Ladd because she wasn’t even 5 feet tall and they needed someone to make him look not so short on screen. He was also a big time drinker. She lost children, she lost friendships and at 27 she was a has been. This is in part because a lot of people found her hard to work with and in part because as a society we can really be just a bag full of dicks sometimes when it comes to famous people. We get tired of them. Especially women. And while it’s bad today, it was terrible then, a female star was too old to matter by her late 20’s and typically driven out of the limelight by the unforgiving studio system. She faded into almost nothingness and died of hepatitis and kidney problems in the 3arly 70’s at 50. It is sad because she was in a bunch of good movies and she had an ability to be cold and charismatic at the same time on the screen. But really it’s sad because it’s someone who was chewed up and spit out before the eyes of millions and no one really cared. Which is a pretty melancholy way to end this but you know, it’s 5 in the morning, I am too tired to be chipper and sometimes there just isn’t a happy ending. She was beautiful though and so today I want to fuck Veronica Lake.

Here are a few random things about Veronica Lake: when you think of the sultry look of the 40’s, especially the hair, there is a very good chance you are thinking of her, she was a fantastic Femme Fatale, she was very short, she had a reputation of being a raging bitch and sometimes violent. Here is a random fact about me, all of those things make me more attracted to her. Yes, all of them. One of my favorite things is film noir, it just… speaks to me in a way that our favorite things do. For those that don’t know film noir, among it’s other traits, is often visually striking, the lighting and the mood the visuals set are amazing. It only helps someone as pretty as Veronica Lake to be in such very pretty movies. I could tell you lots about her but you either A) don’t care and thus have scrolled past B) care a lot and found this by searching her tag in which case I am not teaching you anything. Seriously though, that face… that hair… she was gorgeous, even if her life was burdened by troubles. Anyway, my retrocrush picks always prove really unpopular so I assume you aren’t reading at this point. Fine, I get her all to myself. Today I want to fuck Veronica Lake.