Monday, March 10, 2008

Que sera, sera, whatever will be, will be

If I could exist for one day in a physical form other than that which I am, I would choose either 1) to be a man in order to experience sex with a penis, 2) a bird so I could fly far, far far away from here or 3) an empirically beautiful woman, the stuff of muses, the face to launch a thousand ships. Be the girl all the bad boys want.

They say beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder and once smitten we're drawn to something more than physical. We are, however, visual creatures, perhaps more so in our youth. Recently, to my surprise and SPANX relief, a man my age told me he’d come to a point of emotional maturity where he chooses to sleep with a woman while her clothes are on; it’s not the flash of physical that excites him as much, it’s something else.

But as a woman who falls in the "attractive" but not "breathtaking" category, I've wondered since girlhood what it would be like to be really, really pretty. Super hot even. What perks would befall? What challenges and sad realizations uncovered? Would I welcome or wilt from the attention, a first impression based more on tits than wits?

The longtime wonder gained steamed recently as I read the autobiography of Patti Boyd (nee Harrison, nee Clapton), a woman seemingly so lovely or in command of a gold gilded vagina to have inspired two of the greatest love/lust songs of the '60's, The Beatles "Something" and Eric Clapton's "Layla". Her '80's counterpart Rosanna Arquette spawned musical tributes as well, Toto's "Rosanna" and (it is rumored) Peter Gabriel's "In Your Eyes".

To walk in the stilettos of such a woman stirs thoughts of power, excess, envy, lust and (oddly) happiness, as if it's easier. Attractive people get better service in restaurants and at the car repair, move ahead faster in careers and earn larger salaries, all because of a simple genetic fluke and placement of the same human facial features. Millimeter spacing.

Yes, it’s silly and a bit self-effacing and (of course) a world of options exist to better serve the greater good, like being for one day the woman that can cure AIDS or cancer or put an end to the war in Iraq.

You’ve thought about what it be like to be king for just one day…


Lucy said...

I had a friend who in her younger days was jaw droppingly attractive. Personality though she was a bitch but because she was so godess like beautiful, she got away with it. Inevitably she aged and despite attempts to fight it, her looks faded and now all she has is her personality which sucks.
Moral is i guess, looks are fleeting but personality is forever so like you i would like to walk in their shoes for a few days but not much longer.

Miz UV said...

I don't know. I'm pretty average and have always received good service, etc. I think it has more to do with how you act, and if you smile, use a nice voice. I'm not really in a "career" as such, so I can't comment to that, though I'm not complaining about my salary either. But I'm very nice at work, and extremely reliable.

I observed an experiment of sorts once. Had two friends, one a total knock-out (T), and the other very average and kinda chunky (B). Invariably B received male attention and requests for dates because she smiled and flirted constantly, while T stood aside looking bored to death. I was in a relationship, so I wasn't participating here, just watching.

Interesting, no?

I don't think life is really like the novels and TV shows where every ordinary guy falls all over himself to get the attention of prettier woman who act aloof. Men like women who LIKE them.

(Of course I mean average women, not 300# ones.)

Jefe said...

"Men like women who LIKE them."


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