Bits and Pieces

Feckless — I like this word a lot and NOT just for its def resemblance to another woid for which, ya know, I’ve a def habit and fondness.

Feckless
adjective
1 : weak, ineffective 
2 : worthless, irresponsible

When the Republican party isn’t being all malevolently mega fascist, they’re light years beyond feckless – in fact, they could give master classes in fecklessness.

Fascism

noun
a governmental system led by a dictator having complete power, forcibly suppressing opposition and criticism, regimenting all industry, commerce, etc., and emphasizing an aggressive nationalism and often racism.

Fascism – what every good Republican aspires to.
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I’ve been reading that Jodi Taylor time travel book and realize I’ve read it before. Enjoyed it too but it somehow slipped outta me bean.

Why?

The forgetfulness of an aging tête?

Or, I read so goddamned much that I’m bound to lose track of what I’ve already breezed through – which books and worlds I’ve previously occupied.

It's probably a little of each.

Of course, Nora Ephron’s wonderful essay collection I Remember Nothing comes to mind:

I am living in the Google years, no question of that. And there are advantages to it. When you forget something, you can whip out your iPhone and go to Google. The Senior Moment has become the Google moment, and it has a much nicer, hipper, younger, more contemporary sound, doesn't it?

Yup. Thank the little baby Bast for Google.
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I braved the big South Shore Plaza mall the other day and passed these shops – Intimissimi and Victoria’s Secret. Two high end “Euro” underwear shops. They’re located right next door to each other. Huh.

Victoria’s Secret is an American (not British) company, started by a dude with a great idea.

Raymond imagined a Victorian boudoir, replete with dark wood, oriental rugs, and silk drapery. He chose the name “Victoria” to evoke the propriety and respectability associated with the Victorian era; outwardly refined, Victoria’s “secrets” were hidden beneath. (source)

Prior to Vickies emergence, American lingerie brought to mind the street hooker stylings of Frederick’s of Hollywood, with it's crotchless panties, feather boas and vinyl catsuits. OR the fluorescently lit bins of industrial strength white cotton bras and high waisted briefs of Penny’s and Sears.

Now we can shop in atmospherically lit beauty (even at the mall!), buying scanties made with child labor and, until just recently, prison labor.

Intimissimi advertises itself as Italian lingerie and this isn’t just a slick marketing gimmick – the company really is Italian – hailing from Verona. I can’t find where the stuff’s manufactured but they prolly go the same route as VS.

Vickies, by the by, used to sell Intimissimi's goods. Can you say UNDERWEAR WAR?