Which Was The Baddest of Them All?
After finishing my blog about Bad Girls of Film Noir, I asked myself if there was a competition between the various ladies who might vie for that honor, who would win?
(Just a note here to show that I’m no misogynist: I’ll be writing about Bad Men in future blogs. I promise.)
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As I remember it, back in high school, it was the guys with the mean cars who scored. With their souped-up automobiles, and their “duck’s ass” hairdos, and their collars turned up like Fabian, they attracted attention. The school I was at was heavy on trades – welding, auto, carpentry, machine shop – and that was fine, but I just wasn’t the type. I’d somehow stumbled into the wrong school.
Continue reading “Why Girls Like Bad Guys”