So another thread in the locker room reminded me of a question that could make for a good discussion, and maybe some surprises.
My wife is very intelligent, but she is also very beautiful. Of course, while she appreciates the attention her looks get her, it quickly becomes loathsome if it detracts from the respect for her intelligence.
Basically she would rather be admired/respected for her intelligence than her looks. And I believe her, it's not one of those "I hate it when people tell me I'm so beautiful" attention stunts. It disgusts her to only be noticed for looks.
So we were watching a movie the other night, where the heroine enters the scene in a slinky evening gown, all done up, and all the men in the room are leering at her. She says "how would you feel if you were treated like that?"
My first thought was "I would LOVE IT!" And I told her so. Which started an interesting discussion. I've polled a couple of my guy friends about this, but no other women, but all of the guys agreed -- to be able to walk into a room full of confident, powerful women, and be able to turn their heads by our looks alone would be so much fun -- it's just not gonna happen, though.
Now the questions for discussion:
1. Is this a surprise to other women here?
2. Do other men feel this way?
3. Is it because men are "sight-oriented" when it comes to romance/sex that they want to be desirable by sight?
4. Or is it that we just want what we don't have - since men in our society aren't considered to be generally "good looking" on their own, but character matters, that if we got that, we would hate it, too?
The discussion ended with me, mock-poutingly, insisting: "Don't only pay attention to my brains! I have a body, too y'know!"
I was a fairly decent looking fellow in my twenties, while working as a bouncer. Not much to do between fights but stand around and talk to the pretty girls, it didn't take long to figure out that many didn't have much to say...getting by on looks, they never had to develop a personality. Turns out, a male buddy of mine was that gender echo. Tall, blonde, strikingly handsome body-builder...he was married for most of the time we hung out, so never had cause or occasion to hit a club together. Once, during a seperation, we hit a couple clubs. I was surprised at the feeling of being the "ugly friend"...I wasn't actually, but I was certainly not him. He'd walk into a room, and the ladies' heads would turn, tongues would loll, and drinks would magically start appearing at his table.
Of course, I had to razz him about it mercilessly. Much of which went over hi head. A longtime girlfriend of mine (and now ex-wife) was one of those "attractive, AND a genius" people. She met him, and was immediately bored. "He's got nothing to say; no depth. He's got by on looks for so long, he never had to develop a personality." I could relate, from my nights at the door trying to find stimulating conversation...eyes eventually get sated or bored.
During a seperation of my own, a buddy tried to set me up with a typical Southern California blonde. White, perfect teeth, big, fake rack, botox-based facial blandness...absolutely stunning to look at, horrible to talk to. About 10 minutes into meeting her, I'm looking around the room and floor for something. He says, "whatcha looking for?" I says, "some ductape and a skateboard wheel I can tape in her mought to shut her up; she has nothing to say, and the sound of her innane voice is starting to grate on my nerves." Obviusly, she didn't take well to the observation, nd left to find more adoring company...after all, she had spent a lot of OPM on her looks, and clearly wanted to be admired for them.
I have always preferred to be desired for my company, conversation, etc., over looks. I started off an awkward, ugly duckling in high school, was better in college, and now as a matter of contrast only, could be considered a decent enough looking guy. "By contrast", I mean simply...I've taken care of my body through diet and exercise because of my own commitment to living a healthy lifestyle, and aside from a growing bald spot on the back of my head (which, luckily, I can't see in the mirror so I can still fool myself that it's only thinning back there) I've not fallen into the middle aged paunch thing so many of my same aged peers have. I'm still not ken-doll like my buddy (who STILL is...the bastard). but I get by. Interestingly, however, I'd still rather have a night of stellar, brilliant, adroit, conversation over coffee or wine with an amazing mind, than the "don't we all look good" company that was so cool to aim for in my 20's.
Maybe it's all that testosterone conversion to estrogen that's making me want to chat interesting people up rather than mate with the beautiful people, but it's working for me.
Beauty fades...what's left after that?
D.
PS -- Re: Sight oriented. I think that's true of men. You wouldn't bother to read the book unless the cover was interesting to you. But I know that a cover alone is not enough. There has to be good content, or I'll never make it past the Introduction.