Pamela Anderson, Paragon of Wit?
That seems to be the premise of a Slate piece today by the insightful Troy Patterson, who argues that, above all else, she has a sense of humor with regard to herself. Witness, as exhibit one, her self-satirization in Borat. All of this may be true, but the line that stopped me short was this one:
This is not a bimbo: Wherever else the woman's tongue may have been, it is often found in her cheek.
It's a swell piece of writing, to be sure. And it also offers a terse summary of his premise. My problem with it are the visuals it conjures. I prefer to live my life without thinking about Tommy Lee or Kid Rock in any circumstances whatsoever (as do, I believe, most sentient human beings). Needless to say, that wasn't possible as I tried to enjoy my first cup of coffee this morning, while reading this story.
