Why do so many women drool over these two incredibly homely men? Why am I bothering about it? I ask myself this. It's just a thing I do... when a huge group of people love something that I dislike for some reason it rubs me the wrong way. Live and let live, I tell myself... But it isn't that they like it. Let them like it. There are Elvis fans the world over that don't bother me in the least, people who enjoy mint, or raisins, or Cher...
But it's just that every time I check my Facebook, my silly niece has a post up gushing about one or the other of these genetic throwbacks (she also puts up regular posts wondering when her prince charming will come along, it's pretty hard to stomach all the way around). When my kids watch tv, there are commercials with old women stealing Twilight toys to fuel their obsession (yeah, at least they're making fun of it, but still). And the commercials they have for all movies these days, with the same old lines in them, everything is a danged event, a big deal... dude, it's a 2 hour film. Such a lot of fuss... So Mary Shelley's body (or something like that) is walking around without its brain, gushing over guys that look like Percy Shelley and Lord Byron? Oh, no indeed... Shark Boy and Cedric Diggory... Shark Boy looks like they just pumped him up a little and now he's an adult, same caveman mug, and Cedric looks like he's been run over a few times and brought back from the dead with electrodes and in his close-up on the movie review page you could SEE the foundation on his skin... Aren't they dreamy?!?!?!
Alright, I feel better now. I suppose the trouble is, summed up, that the whole nonsense would be silly enough (but no big deal, it's always something) if they really were hotties, but they flex muscles and look severe, respectively, and ladies swoon, and it puzzles me.
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"Pack up my head, I'm goin' to Paris!" - P.W.
The world loves diversity... as long as it's pretty, makes them look smart and doesn't put them out in any way.
There's the road, and the road less traveled, and then there's MY road.