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Ah 1942 when a bunch of well-muscled Army guys could go down to the river to strip off, lather up and cruise for big crocs. A man gets mighty lonely in the jungle, and Midge and Barb never had to know.
My first thought was, score 1 for the gay art director who had to stay closeted in 1942. But then I thought--hell, there were a lot of women missing those guys as well.
Hel-lo, Mr. Foreground.
ReplyDeleteHave you seen the Guy Maddin short film, Sissy Boy Slap Party?
ReplyDeleteI think it will be up your alley.
My goodness, that seems quite risque for 1942. No doubt a very accurate picture of army life.
ReplyDeleteHave you read Dorothy Sayers' "Murder Must Advertise?" I don't think Pym's Publicity, Ltd, would have approved.
ReplyDeleteAnything for your country.
ReplyDeleteMy first thought was, score 1 for the gay art director who had to stay closeted in 1942. But then I thought--hell, there were a lot of women missing those guys as well.
ReplyDeleteSo a triumph on many levels.