The elections are here again, with many connections to political signs being at the forefront (more on that down further in this story), and all this came to mind again when my mom pointed out to me that back in the day, the First Lady posed nude.
Is that necessarily a problem? Frankly, I would be more concerned about the shirts and their political messages on immigration that Mrs. Donald has worn in recent times, not whether she takes off the shirt again. It should be noted, the bare-it-or-not rule is different for the now aging ex-governor, Jesse “The (Former) Body” Ventura.
With that said, I thought I would weigh in on the idea of posing nude, and what some local people I know who are models have to say about the topic.
And, I save the best over-the-top example of a shoot gone wrong for the end of this listing.
— XXXXX1, did a lengthy photo spread while nude, requiring more than one day of shooting, but emphasizes that it was all classy, not any type of “spreading.”
— XXXXX2, did a photo shoot in her late 30s semi-nude for a Calvin Klein ad — that ironically is her last name — but at the last minute scuttled it, fearing what her dad would say.
— XXXXX3, has on rare occasion done and will do nude photo shoots if required, but does not prefer to do so.
— XXXXX4, she and others have often posed in skimpy bikinis when needed, but as far as being nude in front of the camera, they draw a line.
— XXXXX5, she has posed for Playboy and fitness magazines, but downplays it, and just considers it a job, while rather emphasizing that primping and preening in front of the camera for up to 12 hours is hard work!
— XXXXX6, the photos were OK, but in what could be a local theme, were in the wrong end of a bathroom, (could have been a better choise of venue).
— XXXXX7, while a prominent model and actress, even in early days when she first got going, she will not consider posing nude — although the bare midriff in her YouTube series is impressive.
— XXXXX8, and the promised finale, there was a late October photo shoot in a cold river up north where the model, literally, got chased briefly by a big animal that resembled a beaver. And that was not a scripted part of the photo shoot. But still deliciously cheesy.
But again evoking racy images, including that of the First Lady, there is the election connection. There has long been a sign along the freeway in the town of Hudson, saying We Support Trump. I have to cite the Bob Segar song Love To Watch Her Strut, where it says we “do respect her butt,” in making this comparison: Remove the first letter and it could say We Support Rump. As he most certainly does. But now a more tame message has taken its place on this fanning sign, backing a local Republican candidate.
With Trump related material, there is always Reality TV. And two Hudsonites recently strutted their wares.
The longtime North Hudsonite has been on American Pickers. Known locally simply as Swanee, he has a three-car garage full of cars and their parts, almost bigger than his house, and he long has organized some of the best classic car shows in Minnesconsin, with the venues being in St. Paul and Duluth. Someone I know someone who said she saw the episode hit the air a couple of months ago. I found out from the horse’s mouth that this was on the docket in spring when visiting him to get an assessment of the resale value of a couple of mag tires, and he knew all the details — unfortunately down to a couple of custs in the sidewalls. All the better for hagling.
The other prominent Hudsonite was a chef at San Pedro, which serves a particular variety of food, Caribbean, as its claim to fame. He was invited to sweat it out in front of the cameras in a show where someone with an expert specialty hits the ground running and has to prepare a different style of meal — one with which he is quite unfamiliar.
Elections again are the sign of the times, so in a like manner — like the First Lady formerly did — let’s get naked and support even ‘The Body!’
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