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Virginia Postrel, Weekly Standard Cover Girl

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I find the word "the" resting on my head annoying

OK. Strictly speaking, the face on the cover is Grace Kelly. But the guts are pure Postrel.

Former Reason Editor in Chief Virginia Postrel takes up the question of glamour in a dead tree feature today after laying down a strong blogging base on the same subject. Some highlights:

As critics who denounce movies that "glamorize violence" or "glamorize smoking" understand, glamour is much more than style. It is a potent tool of persuasion, a form of nonverbal rhetoric that heightens and focuses desire, particularly the longing for transformation (an ideal self) and escape (in a new setting). Glamour is all about hope and change. It lifts us out of everyday experience and makes our desires seem attainable. Depending on the audience, that feeling may provide momentary pleasure or life-altering inspiration….

Glamour can, of course, sell evening gowns, vacation packages, and luxury kitchens. But it can also promote moon shots and "green jobs," urban renewal schemes and military action. (The "glamour of battle" long preceded the glamour of Hollywood.) Californians once found freeways glamorous; today they thrill to promises of high-speed rail. "Terror is glamour," said Salman Rushdie in a 2006 interview, identifying the inspiration of jihadi terrorists. New Soviet Man was a glamorous concept. So is the American Dream.

Glamour, in short, is serious stuff. It can alter life plans, even change history.

Postrel wrote about Obama's glamour in our election feature "Is There Any Hope for This Man?"

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  1. Great! I see that they have put Virginia’s article on line. This enables me to maintain my perfect record of never having paid money for a copy of The Weekly Standard. It’s a matter of principle! Well, plus I’m cheap

  2. The Weekly Standard has gone downhill since Postrel was on the cover.

    1. +1 sir, +1

    2. Dammit, now I’ll have to buy a subscription so I can cancel it.

    3. I have to say that I am a real fan of Grace Kelly. She has always been one of the women I admired the most for beauty and natural confined in one. Anyway we should take into account that style alone does not account for glamor. There are many things that we need to take into consideration when we speak about glamor in my opinion. And what Katherine said, about that it can change history, as a matter of fact is true after all!

  3. the face on the cover is Grace Kelly. But the guts are pure Postrel.

    Of course, those guts are shy one kidney…

  4. Virginia Postrel was tall and had graying blonde hair and hazel eyes. Her legs were very long, which was accentuated by her slenderness. Friends would tell her how she could be a model, although she already was one as well as an actress, but, at Reason Magazine, no one knew about her “celebrity”…just another writer. Her breasts were small, firm and round – like little teacups, as her ex boyfriend would compare them to. Working on the other side of the country, he was far from her mind. The couple agreed to break off the relationship and date others.

    Lonely and horny, Virginia was aching for some action. Lost in her thoughts, she didn’t notice the footsteps closing in behind her. “Hey, Virginia! There’s a party at the Cato Institue on Friday – wanna come?”

    It was Matt Welch from Reason. Virginia singled him out on the first day by his tall, muscular figure and wavy brown hair. From what she could detect, he was very well endowed. “Sure!” Virginia smiled. She glanced at his full lips, wondering what it would be like to kiss them – she knew he was attracted to her. His wandering eyes left no secret of his lust for Virginia. With a lustful gaze made her shiver, she always became damp between the legs when he was around. “Great – I’ll see you then! Oh, and bring a swimsuit,” he exclaimed, and headed off to work.

    ******

    Virginia arrived at eight o’clock, dressed in a short black leather skirt and a white blouse. She looked sensational, and she knew it. Two guys whistled as she walked up the steps of the front yard. Matt immediately greeted her with a quick peck on the cheek. His appearance was equally appealing, with a sweater straining against his biceps.

    “Want a beer?” he asked, as she noticed the two bottles in his hand. “Sure,” Virginia said, and he gave one of them to her. Rented for the occasion was a hot tub sitting in the middle of the yard. Half a dozen Cato boys were inside, and Virginia’s eyes were magnetized by them, as she admired their broad chests and shoulders.

    “I brought my swimsuit,” Virginia added. She couldn’t take her eyes off the guys, and imagined what it would be like to have them all do her at once. “Good girl. Do you want to go in right now?”

    They went into the house to change. Reappearing in a pair of blue swim trunks, Matt’s body was seen for the first time by Virginia. It did not disappoint her. Once inside the hot tub, Matt’s hand slipped around Virginia’s waist, stroking her skin. Virginia edged closer to Matt so that their thighs touched. Feeling reckless, Virginia climbed on his lap and kissed him. His hand slipped lower, over the gentle roundness of her ass cheek. The kissing continued, and Matt’s lips explored Virginia’s face and neck. One hand grasped Virginia’s bum, and the other slid inside her bikini bottom, relishing the wetness of her pussy. The folds were fleshy and swollen, and Matt’s finger circled them a few times before plunging inside, thrusting it in as far as it could go. Virginia gasped, and he added a second finger. Slipping them in and out rapidly, Matt felt a surge of pussy juices inundate his hand. His two fingers spread inside her, letting the juices flow. After a minute he removed his hand from her vagina, and slipped behind Virginia’s back, to the bikini clasp. Involuntarily she jerked away.

    “Don’t worry,” he said. As he removed the clasp, she slid the straps down her shoulders, exposing her nipples. Normally large and soft, they puckered up upon being exposed to the cold night air. Behind her a third hand squeezed her breast, pinching and rolling the nipple between two fingers. It was Nick Gillespie, the Editor in Chief of Reason.com and Reason.tv. His hands grabbed her tits and squeezed them hard, and he started kissing her neck, lightly flicking his tongue on her skin at the same time. The hardness of his penis was felt against her bum, and he rubbed it back and forth. Matt’s cock was hard and pressing against Virginia’s thigh. She started rubbing it with her hand through the fabric of his swim trunks, and Matt abruptly got up.

    “Come on,” he said, lifting her out of the hot tub. He grasped her by her thighs and flung her over his shoulders, carrying her into the Cato Institue. A minute down the hall was Matt’s office, and he took Virginia inside, closing the door and resting her on the bed, tearing her bikini bottom off. Seconds later he put on a condom and his penis was buried inside her.

    “Ooh baby,” he moaned. Virginia’s thighs were in the air, and his hands spreading them open her moist pink center could be seen as it surrounded his cock. Its fleshy folds were hot and swollen. “Fuck me hard.”

    Virginia’s hands were pulling Matt’s ass into hers, as she ground her torso into his. His balls slapped against her at a furious pace, and Virginia felt a sudden spurt of warmth coating the walls of her vagina. “That was amazing,” Matt said, and moved between her legs to slurp her pussy juices. “I just love the taste of a woman who is turned on,” he said.

    Behind them the door opened, and Nick and two other guys entered. Virginia recognized them from the hot tub. “That’s one fine woman you’ve got there Matt,” Nick said. “How about letting us in on the fun?” Without waiting for an answer, Nick removed his swim trunks and straddled Virginia’s face so that his penis could enter her mouth. Opening her mouth, Virginia’s tongue circled over its head and down the shaft. Nick removed his cock and thrust it in again, building up a rhythm. “Ohh, baby – you are the greatest cocksucker I’ve met,” he exclaimed. His sperm gushed into her mouth and Virginia eagerly swallowed it, down to the last drop.

    Matt moved away from Virginia, letting the other guys use her body for their pleasure. One of the other guys removed his clothes and started pumping his cock into Virginia’s cunt, his balls slapping against her ass. His load was enormous, and felt wonderful in Virginia’s body, filling her up. Some overflowed and trickled down her thighs. He scooped it up, and rubbed some on her breasts until they glistened. The third guy waited until the other two came, then flipped Virginia over and parted her ass cheeks. A tight asshole beckoned him, and he worked his fingers into it to loosen it up. His penis followed, and was moving in and out of her ass. Creeping around her chest, his hands rubbed her nipples and fondled her breasts, which were coated in sperm. Creeping underneath her legs, Matt’s fingers rubbed her clit and explored her pussy.

    With two guys working on her, one in the ass and one in the twat, Virginia had another orgasm. The guy pulled out of her ass and shot his load on her thighs, subsequently rubbing it in to her pussy. It was Nick who then pulled her up, and Virginia could see that he was hard again. His cock was beautiful, very wide and nearly eight inches long. Lying on the bed, he positioned her over his cock, then impaled it in her pussy. Virginia bucked up and down, and he matched her rhythm. “Faster,” he panted. “That’s it, honey.”

    The other three guys were playing with themselves, watching Virginia and Nick. Approaching Virginia’s back, the two guys shot their cum on her back, watching it dribble down to her ass. Matt was still jerking himself off when Nick had an orgasm, and Virginia knelt on her knees in front of him, and began sucking on him. Her mouth brought him to orgasm, and he blew his entire load straight down her throat. “Wow,” Virginia exclaimed, as she leaned on the edge of the bed to rest herself. Cum coated her body, her hair was a mess, and her cheeks were flushed a deep pink. Matt gave her a quick peck on the lips. “Thanks Virginia,” the two guys said, and dressed themselves.

    “Come on – let’s get another beer,” one of them said, and they exited the room. Matt and Nick watched them go, and began to put their own clothes on. “We’ll have to do this again sometime,” Nick said, and Virginia and Matt nodded.

    1. Gee, I bet you’ll have lots of time to work on your “art” when the healthcare thing finally goes through, just like our beloved Nancy P. with the luscious hips and the wooden hammer said would happen.

    2. wow, almost clever

  5. Honestly, good editors of reason, what is your logic behind failing to ban, or at least delete, the uncouth and disgusting individual above? I am at a loss.

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  7. I have to say that I am a real fan of Grace Kelly. She has always been one of the women I admired the most for beauty and natural confined in one. Anyway we should take into account that style alone does not account for glamor. There are many things that we need to take into consideration

  8. Excellent post

    I have to say that I am a real fan of Grace Kelly

  9. I have bookmarked you! Looking forward to more soon

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