#Super hot women movie#

Back in the day, between the 1940s and 1960s, Westerns were like comic-book movies now: Everyone that was anyone had to have a Western on their resume, so most of the pinup women would throw on a cleavage-revealing dress with ruffles and ride off in the sunset with John Wayne or Clint Eastwood or Charles Bronson or Clark Gable. But, I have to admit, I always dug the ladies in those old Westerns. They were boring and old and made my nose run.

#Super hot women movie#

Moreover, walking into a room with a television (all of them) on a Saturday afternoon in my mother’s house, and you’d invariably find an old Western movie blaring in Technicolor. Every goddamn day was Halloween, and it was humiliating.

In fact, she tried to force that bullshit on me in my youth for my 7th birthday, she bought me a pair of cowboy boots and a damned children’s duster, and if you think going to school in hand-me-downs a decade old is embarrassing, try walking into your elementary school looking like Gene Wilder in Blazing Saddles. You can still find Glamour shots of her in Western gear hanging up in her mobile home. For much of my childhood, she was a cocktail waitress in a real honest to God honky tonk, she listened to Merle Haggard and Hank Williams like it was her job, and she looked the part, too. Growing up in Arkansas, in addition to having a gay father, I had a mother who was decidedly Southern, and not in the hayseed or hillbilly sense, but in the country-and-western sense.