Thursday, May 20, 2021

Meanwhile in Paris, A Confession

I do not know it the Financial Times' Paris Bureau follows the (former) tradition of the London mother ship of maintaining a cake trolley but if they do, this slip by Mr. Keohane, and the progression that follows—a baguette, then maybe one small pastry followed soon enough by shoveling the entire bakery into the gaping maw while mainlining a sucrose/dextrose/insulin highball—this progression introduces a whole new level to the hitherto theoretical "trolley problem":

Mr. Keohane's acknowledgment was in response to this:

And in other Gwyneth Paltrow news, one of her vagina scented candles apparently exploded in the home of a gentleman in Texas, leaving the house smelling like, one can only assume, Ms Paltrow's va-jay-jay. 

Gwyneth Paltrow Goop Sued ... Your 'Vagina' Candle Blew Up!!!
I'll say this for the old-time patent medicine hucksters, nasty as they were they didn't subject folks to stories like this:
For Goop team, smelling Gwyneth Paltrow's vagina was just another day at the office