I have no problem at all admitting if another woman is beautiful. When I express disgust at pornography, strippers, the way women are portrayed in ghetto rap culture, etc. For some reason some people have an automatic, knee-jerk reflex, go-to stock response-reaction that the reason I am disgusted absolutely must be because I feel jealous, unworthy of love, afraid that I would disappoint a man, unable to reach that "standard" (laugh of laughs), some shit like that.
Oh, Christ. (Roll eyes.) Give me a freakin break. This sort of "logic" completely eludes me. Okay so, that person is the one demeaning themselves, reducing themselves to less than the sum of their body parts... And you think _I_ am the one that feels inadequate? Really?
I like art and drawing and painting, so I regard beautiful-looking people, both men and women, as being akin to art. Similar to admiring a breathtaking panorama nature scene in autumn, the Mona Lisa, classical Greek statues, traditional Chinese tapestry works and painted silks.
I think a beautiful woman who has glorious natural curves (I do not mean a euphemism for fat/obese), such as when Jewel and Renee Zellweger used to be sexy, gorgeous, are the ideal of feminine beauty. I think Christina Hendricks and Nigella Lawson are two of the most beautiful people on the planet. Catherine Zeta-Jones is practically off the charts, she is the embodiment of perfection (although in honesty not nearly as curvy as the former). And I love that she has a sexy, kind of a growling voice. Other beautiful women are Kristen Kreuk; Emily Browning (although I feel kind of ooky referring to her as a “beautiful woman -- she’s only a child); Uma Thurman, Salma Hayek (I think she's smarter than people give her credit for), Scarlett Johanssen (in a weird way I respect her as per hollywood standards -- she is really young yet as far as I know she has never done one of those stupid high school teenager movies), Thandie Newton, Angelina Jolie from about five years ago (lately she looks like s---).
Plus, it will sound really not-credible, but some of the girls at my high school were absolutely breathtaking. Not in the typical small-town average-person way, which is to say cheap-looking, bleached hair, slutty-dressing. They were actually gorgeous -- hollywood celebrities ain't got nothing on them. (For the record --same with many of the boys at my high school. Somehow, the town I grew up in seemed to have an inordinate-sized population of beautiful-looking people. I will admit to not being one of them.) They did not have the benefit of plastic surgery, diva-esque personal lackeys staff of twelve, or airbrushing. I am telling you, they were gorgeous.
Like I said, I have no problem admitting if another woman is beautiful. But please do not insult my intelligence and try to tell me that those disgusting, disease-ridden, infested, insect-riddled creatures in porn and strip clubs and walking the streets are somehow an ideal of beauty. I grew up knowing what genuinely beautiful people look like, so I am not falling for this trash that the media tries to pimp out at us.
Oh, Christ. (Roll eyes.) Give me a freakin break. This sort of "logic" completely eludes me. Okay so, that person is the one demeaning themselves, reducing themselves to less than the sum of their body parts... And you think _I_ am the one that feels inadequate? Really?
I like art and drawing and painting, so I regard beautiful-looking people, both men and women, as being akin to art. Similar to admiring a breathtaking panorama nature scene in autumn, the Mona Lisa, classical Greek statues, traditional Chinese tapestry works and painted silks.
I think a beautiful woman who has glorious natural curves (I do not mean a euphemism for fat/obese), such as when Jewel and Renee Zellweger used to be sexy, gorgeous, are the ideal of feminine beauty. I think Christina Hendricks and Nigella Lawson are two of the most beautiful people on the planet. Catherine Zeta-Jones is practically off the charts, she is the embodiment of perfection (although in honesty not nearly as curvy as the former). And I love that she has a sexy, kind of a growling voice. Other beautiful women are Kristen Kreuk; Emily Browning (although I feel kind of ooky referring to her as a “beautiful woman -- she’s only a child); Uma Thurman, Salma Hayek (I think she's smarter than people give her credit for), Scarlett Johanssen (in a weird way I respect her as per hollywood standards -- she is really young yet as far as I know she has never done one of those stupid high school teenager movies), Thandie Newton, Angelina Jolie from about five years ago (lately she looks like s---).
Plus, it will sound really not-credible, but some of the girls at my high school were absolutely breathtaking. Not in the typical small-town average-person way, which is to say cheap-looking, bleached hair, slutty-dressing. They were actually gorgeous -- hollywood celebrities ain't got nothing on them. (For the record --same with many of the boys at my high school. Somehow, the town I grew up in seemed to have an inordinate-sized population of beautiful-looking people. I will admit to not being one of them.) They did not have the benefit of plastic surgery, diva-esque personal lackeys staff of twelve, or airbrushing. I am telling you, they were gorgeous.
Like I said, I have no problem admitting if another woman is beautiful. But please do not insult my intelligence and try to tell me that those disgusting, disease-ridden, infested, insect-riddled creatures in porn and strip clubs and walking the streets are somehow an ideal of beauty. I grew up knowing what genuinely beautiful people look like, so I am not falling for this trash that the media tries to pimp out at us.
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