And Now, For Something Completely Primal...
Wednesday, February 1st, 2006There's something undeniably exciting about the female body - at least from the perspective of someone with some equipment dangling between their legs. There's most likely some genetic, instinctive reason, having to do with reproduction and survival of the species, but I don't think that completely covers it. I've always found the female form particularly intriguing. Perhaps that explains a few things about my past.
Of course, there are many ways a person of the male persuasion can appreciate the fairer sex, but, for whatever reason, most of them don't really interest me. Between endless advertisements and countless men's magazines, I find myself becoming a bit jaded, and somewhat put off by what I see.
Why?
Photoshopping, starvation, and silicone, among other things.
A while back, I took notice of an old-school centerfold. A woman from way back in tha day, before airbrushing, plastic surgery, and all that. A woman that had it goin' on - and her name was Bettie Page. Now that's what I'm talkin' about. Pure, natural, girl-next-door kind of material. She didn't have enormous, intercontinental-ballistic-tits. She didn't weigh less than a stick of gum. She had nice, wide, curvy hips - "good for ze thrusting", as my boys Bob and Brian would say. She was just a normal woman - who happened to spend a considerable amount of time facing the business end of a camera. And she was absolutely, unquestionably sexy as hell.
I discovered just this week that there's a new movie about her. I am SO all over that.
A bit of advice to you women: Don't get your boobs done. Don't starve yourself into oblivion. Don't fret and work yourself into a tizzy over the size of your hips or your ass. Just be a woman. Trust me on this.
Of course, there are many ways a person of the male persuasion can appreciate the fairer sex, but, for whatever reason, most of them don't really interest me. Between endless advertisements and countless men's magazines, I find myself becoming a bit jaded, and somewhat put off by what I see.
Why?Photoshopping, starvation, and silicone, among other things.
A while back, I took notice of an old-school centerfold. A woman from way back in tha day, before airbrushing, plastic surgery, and all that. A woman that had it goin' on - and her name was Bettie Page. Now that's what I'm talkin' about. Pure, natural, girl-next-door kind of material. She didn't have enormous, intercontinental-ballistic-tits. She didn't weigh less than a stick of gum. She had nice, wide, curvy hips - "good for ze thrusting", as my boys Bob and Brian would say. She was just a normal woman - who happened to spend a considerable amount of time facing the business end of a camera. And she was absolutely, unquestionably sexy as hell.
I discovered just this week that there's a new movie about her. I am SO all over that.
A bit of advice to you women: Don't get your boobs done. Don't starve yourself into oblivion. Don't fret and work yourself into a tizzy over the size of your hips or your ass. Just be a woman. Trust me on this.
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As usual, although we agree women in general are a sight to behold, my good man Scotti and I disagree on the individual look we find mos appealing. GIMMEE the perfectly shaped, fake titties. GIMME the thin girl with the conventional "perfect" body, and i dont care what it involves to obtain it. Binging, purging, Ex-Lax
posted by Jamii T : : Thursday, February 2nd, 2006
I have to agree with Scotty on this one. There's something to be said for a woman who has worked for her unique "perfection" than one who's bought it out of Maxim.
posted by Heidi Price : : Friday, February 3rd, 2006
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