Why the mass-male contingent towards this type of women? Why Barbie, Why Pammy?
At what stage did society deem that girls with waistbones protruding from emanciated skin, no asses, no personality and no brains become the be-all and end-all of the human male psyche (well, one of their psyches?!?!)
Was it us males who perpetuated the skinny-is-better theory, or did our female counterparts just perpetuate the beauty myth and lump us all with the responsibility.
I was asked by a colleague who i’d fuck if I had the chance between her and Michelle Pfeiffer (after my indication that I thought MP was absolutely gorgeous)…. I told her i’d choose her. When she scoffed at me, my indication pointed to the reality of the person in front of me, their 3-dimensional structure and personality were far more appealing than the object (no matter how beautiful) standing in the corner.
Women scoff and men drool
Idealistically we meet people to procreate, and yet we choose people completely incompatible with this purpose, and to add further salt to the wounds we classify these images as ‘perfection’.
Kate Moss on a fucking catwalk doesn’t come anywhere near my definition of beauty folks. Bring me a waistline (ample bustline doesn’t go astray either I will admit!), bring me personality, bring me passion (definitely have to have passion), bring me arguments and tears and passion and laughter and everything in between.
That’s what I want.
So why is that women scoff at my claims. Has society taught them through the media channels that men like this don’t exist, or have they felt it personally. My fear in a lot of cases is that we perpetuate our own truths and never actually find them for ourselves. There is no love, no passion, no compromise, no honesty these days. We believe what we see in front of us without consideration to the reality that might just be around the corner. Of course with the scoffing comes the segmentation into the SNAG territory. What if i’m not a SNAG, what if i’m just a guy who loves what he does and (most of the time) what he represents in the world.
Trade barriers
What if we take so much time protecting ourselves from what we’ve been taught to fear that we never actually work it out on our own. Life is pain and beauty and passion and excitement and heartache and tragedy. Life with it people. Go with it, don’t be afraid of what you may or may not achieve. Care only that you’ve tried, you’ve lived through it and come to the other side where you’ve hopefully learnt a little more about yourself.
Show your love, hug a geek
Go out tonight, pick up some semi-intelligent, remotely attractive individual and actually spend some time with them. You know you might just have some fun and learn something in the process. And fuck, you’ll have tried it for once.
If good guys do come out last, then we need to drag these good guys from the woodwork, get them out into the pubs, clubs and dating scene that is this amazing planet. Maybe, just maybe, the contingency of intelligent, articulate, remotely attractive boys will flood the dim-witted, blonde-haired bimbos and everyone will go home happy tonight. 
The girls too…
It’s not just the boys who need to get out there. Girls: Get out there, shake those asses of yours, meet some boys, have some fun, laugh, flirt and generally let your hair down. For one night don’t worry that you’ll go home lonely or that you might not go home at all. Go with it. Who knows, you might end up with a geek and still be happy 
Don’t go out and marry Barbie, because really, how many of us are really attracted to the big-haired blonde with an enormous rack?
