Don't like girls, eh, Paul?
He is JEALOUS--Oh, YEAH!
" As always, the cover features a portrait of the artist as a young tart, blond locks flowing, her size zero little black dress catering to a combination of ideological and erotic perversion that's disturbing to contemplate. "
The whole column seems to reveal troubled sexuality, with the scattering of words like whore, prostitute, and trophy wife. Sounds like a Taleban Oman thrown into western civilization and meeting his first blond goddess that talks politics to him, while looking him straight in the eye.
I think this guy has some conflicting emotions about Ann.
["As always, the cover features a portrait of the artist as a young tart, blond locks flowing, her size zero little black dress catering to a combination of ideological and erotic perversion that's disturbing to contemplate."
Don't like girls, eh, Paul?]
That's what I thought. Paul seems a little too uncomfortable, and his writing style resembles the way a jealous Queen would describe Ann.
If he does like girls (and I'm not real sure) his ideal mate would have hairy armpits, a uni-brow, smell like a musk explosion and scream out "Karl Marx!" at the moment of (faked) orgasm. Come to think of it, I might have described Ward Churchill.