"You've Come a Long Way, Baby ..."

Lies. Lies. And More Lies.

I love this Glorious Broad we found at Coney Island — two years ago. And I have been searching for her since — going back to the spot over and over again — desperately seeking. I don’t even remember her name. But I do remember she was “Leader of the Pack.” Of course she was. Look at that body language. Look at that ‘tude. Look at that power and confidence.

I want to focus on the happy sunny day it was.

The breeze.

The summer pleasure.

Her bikini. Her accessories, her makeup, lipstick — meticulously applied. Rest assured, she ain’t going anywhere near that water.

Posing, observing, pontificating.

Speaking of pontificating …

I don’t hate men. In fact, I love a lot of them.
The good ones
I hate the bad ones.
The assholes. The liars.
The lies and destruction aimed at us broads.

Let’s focus on my Coney Island Queen’s last line, shall we? That bullshit is from a commercial for cancer sticks — aimed at women —Virginia Slims.

Lies.

We have NOT come a long way, baby. We’ve gotten fucked.

And we need to fight back — now more than ever.

Let’s get rested — refuel over the weekend.

Let’s keep our joy.

Let’s keep our rage. And put it to good use.

Look at these Power Broads we’ve found — this time The Rockaways.

Photos: Calvin Stark

Do they look like they are ready to be trounced? NOOOOOO!

We have to spread the word to vote.

Especially now — when we are in this sea of disgust and disappointment.

Burn through the lies, and rise.

HAPPY HAPPY SUMMER DAYS!