Alright, alright, let’s gab a bit about somethin’ I saw on that picture box thingy, the one my grandkid’s always fiddlin’ with. Them… whatchamacallit… tennis… yeah, tennis gals. Not the game itself, mind you, though I did watch a bit once. Sweaty folks hittin’ a fuzzy ball back and forth. Kinda like chasin’ chickens, but with more screamin’. No, no, I ain’t talkin’ ’bout the game. I’m talkin’ ‘bout the pictures. You know, the ones they take when they ain’t whacking that ball.
First off, they got this one gal, Sharapova, they call her. Real looker, she is. Long legs, like a racehorse, and hair the color of sunshine. They showed her in some kinda… swimmin’ suit, I reckon. Tiny little thing, barely coverin’ nothin’. My ol’ man woulda had a heart attack seein’ somethin’ like that! But these young folks, they don’t think nothin’ of it. Just paradin’ around like peacocks.
- She’s pretty, that’s for sure. But I seen prettier gals down at the market, sellin’ tomatoes.
- And they ain’t half-naked, neither.
Then there’s this other one, Osaka, they said her name was. A bit… different lookin’, but still pretty in her own way. They was talkin’ ‘bout butterflies and some big games she won. Honestly, I wasn’t payin’ much attention to the words. Too busy lookin’ at the pictures, you know? They had her in all sorts of outfits, some fancy, some not so much. But always… well, you know… showin’ a bit of skin.
I don’t get it, I tell ya. Back in my day, you didn’t go around flauntin’ yourself like that. You kept things covered up, decent-like. But I guess times change. These girls, they make a livin’ off their looks, just as much as their tennis skills, I reckon. It’s a whole different world.
They got all these fancy words for it too. “Authentic,” they say. “Hot,” they say. “Stock photos,” whatever that means. Sounds like a bunch of hogwash to me. They’re just pretty pictures of pretty girls, plain and simple. And folks, well, they like lookin’ at pretty things. Can’t fault ‘em for that, I suppose.
I even saw some pictures on the beach, sand and water everywhere. Them tennis gals in them tiny swimmin’ suits again. Leavin’ nothin’ to the imagination, I tell ya. My old hen’s got more clothes on! But the youngsters, they eat it up. They take pictures of these pictures, put ‘em on their… whatchamacallits… their “social medias.” It’s a whole lotta fuss over nothin’, if you ask me.
And they pay these gals big money, too. For hittin’ a ball and for takin’ pictures. Goes to show ya, this world’s gone plumb crazy. Back in my day, you worked hard, you kept your head down, and you didn’t go around posin’ in your undergarments for all the world to see. But hey, who am I to judge? If they wanna make a buck that way, more power to ‘em, I guess. Just seems like a mighty strange way to earn a livin’, that’s all.
So, yeah, those tennis pictures… they’re somethin’ else. Pretty girls, fancy clothes, lots of skin. Not my cup of tea, but hey, to each their own. Just don’t expect me to understand it. I’m just an old lady who’d rather watch chickens chase bugs than look at half-naked gals on a picture box.
But I gotta admit, some of them swimmin’ suits did look kinda comfy. Maybe I should get myself one… Nah, just kiddin’! My ol’ bones ain’t made for paradin’ around like them young’uns. I’ll stick to my overalls and my garden, thank you very much.
Anyways, that’s enough gabbin’ for one day. Gotta go feed them chickens. They’re probably wonderin’ where I got off to. And if you see them tennis gals on your picture box, well, you just remember what this old lady told ya. It’s a crazy world, but it sure is somethin’ to look at.
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