Oh, look. It's only a man that's made his entire fucking career on the fact that women find him attractive, and will pay good money to drool over him. Fancy that! - If I could stop laughing, I would probably refer to my icon; one of Johnny's best roles was "Secret Window," and the nutter he played sure didn't look like anyone you'd want to date. Comparably, there's almost no fanfic about SW, nor are the hypersexed overbearing Depp fangirls inclined to drool over Mort Rainey. (If you've ever dealt with an overbearing Depp fangirl, you'd know exactly why I picked those adjectives, too. It's not to insult women with healthy libidos.)
I'm going to be blunt: She's largely right, at least in referring to the culture in the four cities I've lived in in the U.S. (in different parts of the country, mind) for any length of time. I don't wear makeup, I dye my hair very sporadically (as in, so little it almost doesn't matter), I'm fat, and I mostly say what's on my mind - and there are no desirable men hitting on me (once in a while I get a scrub hitting on me, but I don't want those). Now it's a good thing I'm not really interested in landing a man - if I found one who could put up with who I am, I could change my mind, but that's my caveat. However, if I were really interested in getting a man, I would be doing more to alter my appearance. It's reality, as nasty as that is. Like Xena, I've been around for a very long time. *G*
Reading this, I'm reminded again why I never tried to sell myself when I was a freelancer to write opinion-based articles; they probably would have all sounded as stupid as this one did. Yikes.
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Date: 2010-11-04 04:37 pm (UTC)I'm going to be blunt: She's largely right, at least in referring to the culture in the four cities I've lived in in the U.S. (in different parts of the country, mind) for any length of time. I don't wear makeup, I dye my hair very sporadically (as in, so little it almost doesn't matter), I'm fat, and I mostly say what's on my mind - and there are no desirable men hitting on me (once in a while I get a scrub hitting on me, but I don't want those). Now it's a good thing I'm not really interested in landing a man - if I found one who could put up with who I am, I could change my mind, but that's my caveat. However, if I were really interested in getting a man, I would be doing more to alter my appearance. It's reality, as nasty as that is. Like Xena, I've been around for a very long time. *G*
Reading this, I'm reminded again why I never tried to sell myself when I was a freelancer to write opinion-based articles; they probably would have all sounded as stupid as this one did. Yikes.