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Cleavage or Soul?
Cleavage or Soul?
The eight all-time (stretching back to 2002) most loved women are Kate
Beckinsale, Megan Fox, Katy Perry, Christina Hendricks, Anna Torv,
Angelina Jolie, Beau Garrett, and Monica Bellucci. In the thumbnail preview
shots, two of the women appear to be putting at least one finger in their
mouths, one is lying in bed seductively, one is wearing a wet T-shirt, and
one has her lips parted suggestively. Only Angelina’s image suggests some
kind of self-respect.
I click on bustier-clad Katy Perry and skip down to the interview, trying to
ignore Ms. Perry in full black lingerie, complete with garter belt. After all,
this is about man at his best; there must be something serious here that we
all love so much.
Ah, here it is: “I always wanted to suspend from the ceiling in a twirling
banana,” Katy tells Esquire.
I’m done. I close the browser window and stare out the window.
Who are the men Esquire‘s talking about? What is it that we love about
these women? Their twirling-banana-swing fantasies? Their factory-fresh
“breasts”? Their naughty smiles? Are those things truly what men at their
best love about women?
When Hanna Rosin wrote about “The End of Men” in The Atlantic, she
pointed to the fact that women represent the majority of the workforce for
the first time in U.S. history, and that for every two men who get a college
degree this year, three women will do the same. But there is something more
basic going on.
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Yes, we are the minority in the workplace and at college—but that’s because
our motivations and meaning in our lives have been scrambled by popular
culture, which mandates that the thing we really should want, the thing that
will prove we are the alpha males, has turned out to be hollow, addicting,
and spirit-crushing. While we watch football and stare at Megan Fox,
women in this country are getting shit done.
Most of the guys I know are unfulfilled looking at pictures of women they
will never meet (not only are they unmeetable, they don’t actually,
technically, exist). They prefer making love with a woman who stirs their
passions on more than one level. But we have been conditioned like so many
Pavlovian dogs.
Yes, good men love women. But we love women in all their complexity, for
the things they do, for their intelligence, their wit, their athleticism, their
creativity, their power, their force of personality. We seem to have forgotten
that along the way, and our brain-numbing intoxication by pornography in
all its forms threatens to end us—not because it is morally wrong but just
because it distracts us from the truth and scatters our power. It’s one big acid
trip fantasy with no connection to improving our lives, being good fathers
and husbands, and advancing our careers.
The models I have met in the flesh have all turned out to be quite
unattractive. When a supposedly beautiful woman opens her mouth and
soulless, empty nonsense tumbles out, the perfect 10 becomes a two in a big
hurry. No amount of cleavage can make up for the lack of soul.
My wife is a lawyer turned decorator turned child advocate. Yes, she is hot
—but she is also smarter than I am, far more graceful in a crowd, and can
convince just about anyone to do just about anything when it comes to
helping at-risk children. She is hot not just because she is beautiful, but
because she is all those other things, too.
Esquire, how about switching it up and working off my list for a change of
pace? And let’s not ask any of these women we love to wear black garter
belts for the photo shoot, OK? Let’s focus on what’s really important for
once.
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1. mordicai says:
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3. Elizabeth Damewood Gaucher says:
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4. Alex says:
Gillian Anderson.
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5. Lance says:
I agree with your hypothesis but I’m also realistic. Magazines are
trying to sell copies, not enrich my soul. Rolling Stone stopped being
about music 10 years ago when they featured Britney Spears, who
can’t sing, on their cover three times in 18 months, I got it, they
wanted to make money, If I wanted to read about Radiohead’s next
album, I should go elsewhere.
My wife will pick up magazines like that every once in a while, flip
through them, show me some pictures, and say “there’s nothing in
here but Katy Perry’s boobs. we saw those, don’t waste your time
reading it.” and saves me a good 15 minutes of my life. I love the
complexity of women as well. I concentrate on the one I have at
home, the ones I;m raising, and the ones I have as friends. It saves me
stress in the long run. That being said…nice pictures, Tom.
Lance
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