Monday, December 03, 2007

Monday Porn: Post-Rushdie Padma

We hope our reader(s) will forgive the tardiness of this post, since your humble blogger was having a beer or twelve Friday night and lapsed in his duty as resident skin merchant. Friday Porn will return to its normal slot later this week. Now then:

Padma Lakshmi, free of husband, novelist, and jihad target Salman Rushdie, is a woman on the move. She has a new cookbook or something out, hosts a show nominally about cooking, and now heats up the tabloid pages, where she is often displayed in various stages of canoodle. (Disclaimer: In New York Tabloid World, the term "canoodling" is liberally employed to mean anything from dry-fucking in public to attending the same fundraiser at the Javits Center.)

Lakshmi is one spicy bowl of fish curry, no doubt, but can she pick up the pieces of her life and turn her stunning good looks into a career richer than merely serving as arm candy for the guy who wrote "Midnight's Children"? Vanity Fair wonders here. We at the DN have our doubts. After all, can the dreadfully serious America of 2007 welcome into its popular entertainment a leggy ectomorph of exotic beauty with a history of attaching herself to famous men? The suspense is killing us!

2 comments:

CapitolMAN said...

Dear Padma,

I may not be as gifted a writer as Salman, but I once wrote a blog post about a buxom piece of trailer trash who was shacking up with a lumber magnate, sixty years her elder.

Still not interested?

Well, at this point I'll settle for a "bag of shit wearing a pair of flip flops and a goatee."

The Duke said...

Wait a minute, are you saying that being a blogger doesn't help pick up hot chicks?