You Have To Respect Liz Hurley For Being 51 And Still Showing Off A Hell Of A Bikini Body On Insta
I’m not usually one of those dudes who grades on a curve for people, to me you are what you are relative to your performance and the expectations of your performance. But it seems like there’s something a little different to me about being a Liz Hurley type, someone who was known almost exclusively for her looks now sort of slowly facing her own mortality at a time where much younger women also known for their looks are broadcasting themselves 24/7 as their main career. And like a married friend who’s never used a dating app or Snapchat, you’d expect she’d fumble around with the medium, her age holding her back both behind the lens and in front of it.
But instead there she is, Muhammad Ali in Kinshasa, no longer the spitfire of 20 years prior but still fighting off the Foreman-like rights of age with nothing more than talent, guile, and greatness. Poetry in motion but, you know, with moderately filtered photos:
Btw here’s a throwback NSFW (or two) which I feel like I have to link to finish this thought…Liz Hurley would definitely be the Mount Rushmore of presumably natural titties from my teen years. If I had to pick (I’m dying to pick), I’d probably go her, Laetitia Casta, Halle Berry, Keeley Hazell. I feel like I must be missing someone from this timeframe who could compete but I’d put that foursome (eightsome?) up against any titties throughout time on both quality and diversity. All that and more on my new YouTube show Great Titty Battles of History.
