Monday – Beauty is a Beast
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ninanevermore.
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My husband says he has always been attracted to “the girl next door,” and always found women considered to be classically beautiful to be sort of bland, he claims. He turns up his nose at the women in Playboy magazine, for example.
“They all look the same!” he complains, “And they’re so airbrushed that you can’t even tell what they really look like, anyway. Real women don’t look like that. Real women have stretch marks, and curves to their tummies, and thighs. I don’t see anything attractive about them. They look like plastic Barbie dolls. I like real women. I like women like you.”
Of course, as a woman, I interpret this to mean, I only love you because you’re ugly. Let’s face it: whatever a man says to a woman about her looks, he’s wrong.
I don’t tell my husband this, of course. It would upset him, for one. Also, I can tell he thinks I’m cute even with all my imperfections, and it would not be in my best interest to convince him that he’s wrong. Still, it’s an interesting conundrum, when you think about it. A woman who looks like a supermodel has to worry that a man is only attracted to her because of her beauty. Does that mean that a woman of average looks (like yours truly) who is married to a man who is attracted to average women need to worry that her man only loves her because she is average? It would be interesting to wake up one day looking like a Playboy Playmate, just to test his love for me and see if he still wanted me in spite of the fact that I was drop-dead gorgeous.
If he refused to touch me, I could then attack him with, “Ha! I knew it! I knew you only loved me because of my stretch marks and my big ol’ thighs! Now that I have this perfectly flat stomach and these unnaturally large breasts the size of your head, your true colors come out! That’s all I was to you was an average-looking woman for you to parade around on your arm! Now that I’m stunning, you can’t stand me!”
I suppose it’s sort of a relief to know this is never going to happen and my husband’s love will never be put to the test like this. Well, I guess I’m not really relieved: resigned is more like it. Or perhaps I'm a little of both.
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My husband says he has always been attracted to “the girl next door,” and always found women considered to be classically beautiful to be sort of bland, he claims. He turns up his nose at the women in Playboy magazine, for example.
“They all look the same!” he complains, “And they’re so airbrushed that you can’t even tell what they really look like, anyway. Real women don’t look like that. Real women have stretch marks, and curves to their tummies, and thighs. I don’t see anything attractive about them. They look like plastic Barbie dolls. I like real women. I like women like you.”
Of course, as a woman, I interpret this to mean, I only love you because you’re ugly. Let’s face it: whatever a man says to a woman about her looks, he’s wrong.
I don’t tell my husband this, of course. It would upset him, for one. Also, I can tell he thinks I’m cute even with all my imperfections, and it would not be in my best interest to convince him that he’s wrong. Still, it’s an interesting conundrum, when you think about it. A woman who looks like a supermodel has to worry that a man is only attracted to her because of her beauty. Does that mean that a woman of average looks (like yours truly) who is married to a man who is attracted to average women need to worry that her man only loves her because she is average? It would be interesting to wake up one day looking like a Playboy Playmate, just to test his love for me and see if he still wanted me in spite of the fact that I was drop-dead gorgeous.
If he refused to touch me, I could then attack him with, “Ha! I knew it! I knew you only loved me because of my stretch marks and my big ol’ thighs! Now that I have this perfectly flat stomach and these unnaturally large breasts the size of your head, your true colors come out! That’s all I was to you was an average-looking woman for you to parade around on your arm! Now that I’m stunning, you can’t stand me!”
I suppose it’s sort of a relief to know this is never going to happen and my husband’s love will never be put to the test like this. Well, I guess I’m not really relieved: resigned is more like it. Or perhaps I'm a little of both.
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Re: Just for Fun!
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