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September 11, 2009

Beauty

I found this collection of photos yesterday when I was bumbling around the Internets and thought they were lovely. This is my favorite, I think:

beauty.jpg

It struck me, looking at them, that we have really lost something along the way. Not sure what it is: restraint? Subtlety? Respect? Reverence? A sense of mystery?

Anyway, enjoy. Warning: a few are mildly NSFW. I don't think there's anything in there that most people would find even mildly offensive though.

Posted by Cassandra at September 11, 2009 01:53 PM

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Jesus, Cass, this woman is so flat chested Bill Clinton wouldn't jump her. I know, I'm banned to hell.

Posted by: Mark at September 11, 2009 02:59 PM

Most of those photos have a sense of softness and quietude. The women seem relaxed and comfortable with their appearance and the photographer. OK, except for the two who look as if they are daring someone to whistle!

I think you are correct about the mystery - so much is up front, WYSIWYG, harsh lights and loud conversations about who is doing what and what deep psychological meaning it has and who is to blame . . . There are very few quiet shadows and soft mists, little room for wonder and mysteries, or even for The Mystery some times.

Posted by: LittleRed1 at September 11, 2009 03:02 PM

Most of those photos have a sense of softness and quietude. The women seem relaxed and comfortable with their appearance and the photographer.

Probably because they had no idea that one day, the way the good Lord made them would no longer be good enough.

Mark, as the owner of two boobs myself, allow me to suggest that a flat chested woman would be flat in the middle near her sternum, too. Odd as it may seem now, there was a time when women didn't insert silicone filled balloons under their skin and call them breasts.

Posted by: Cassandra at September 11, 2009 03:09 PM

"Jesus, Cass, this woman is so flat chested Bill Clinton wouldn't jump her. I know, I'm banned to hell."
Now Mark, you know that female has never existed! Hound Bubba would hit a pork chop given the opportunity.
"Probably because they had no idea that one day, the way the good Lord made them would no longer be good enough."
I dunno, but I can't help thinking that I'm not the only fellow around who still appreciates naturally occurring ladies. IOW, those self-respecting ladies who are certified to be composed of 100% natural ingredients, no fillers. =8^}

Beauty, to varying degrees, can be found in most people, if you look.

Of course there are exceptions that prove the rule. But as often as not, the exception's ugly originates from within.

Now the Ziegfeld ladies have that, mmmmm, quiet, self-assured air about them. Maybe with a dash of dignity. And that's a big plus, at least IMHO.

Posted by: bt_Toulouse-Lautrec_in_disappearing_ink_hun at September 11, 2009 04:02 PM

bthun, there are times when I truly believe the world has gone completely f***ing insane.

The other night I was watching Terminator with my spouse. There was a scene in a bar full of men and women. My husband turned to me and said, "Wow. Just look at how flat chested all the women are."

I said, "That is because none of them have fake boobs. There was a time when that was normal."

Speaks volumes when reality is no longer the norm, doesn't it. The irony is that I didn't even notice the breasts. I only saw beautiful women.

I should have known better than to post this. I won't make the same mistake again.

Posted by: Cassandra at September 11, 2009 04:12 PM

"I should have known better than to post this. I won't make the same mistake again."
Hey! The Renaissance has to start somewhere.

Posted by: bthun at September 11, 2009 04:30 PM

"The irony is that I didn't even notice the breasts."

We are visual by nature. The only way I do not notice is if I force myself to look away. Since I am married, forcing myself is not as hard as it used to be, but it still takes force of will.

Posted by: Russ at September 11, 2009 05:32 PM

I apologize, Russ. It was foolish of me to share this.

I didn't see the same thing in it.

Posted by: Cassandra at September 11, 2009 05:55 PM

Wow, Cass, those are lovely. Thank you for sharing the link.

Posted by: DdR at September 11, 2009 06:05 PM

Quiet, self-assured ladies, lovely in their confidence of who they were rather than in what their profession was.

*sigh*

If I'd been a couple of decades younger, Mary Brian might've actually acquiesced to that moonlight canoe ride on the lake...

Posted by: BillT at September 11, 2009 06:14 PM

*nods towards the gentleman aka Mr. Bill and says to M'lady Cass*,
I told you I was not alone!

Posted by: bt_Toulouse-Lautrec_in_disappearing_ink_hun at September 11, 2009 06:29 PM

Beautiful stuff, Cass. I mean timeless.

There is a photograph somewhere in the boxes of uncounted and unsorted memories of my grandmother mother and grandfather strolling the boardwalk at Atlantic City in 1923, shortly after their marriage. Grandpa was tall and somewhat fierce-looking, staring back into the photographer's own eyes in his dark fedora suit and tie, and ankle-length over coat. Grandma was petite on his arm, and dressed in the style of other young New York women of the day, flapper cap, short skirt, and (no doubt) painful shoes. Oh, but she was a beauty, which is probably why grandpa was putting on the scowl for the photographer. But the way she held close to that big man, you could just tell that he was more than just a break from the ocean's winter wind, but a rock for a lifetime.

And a lifetime it was.

Posted by: spd rdr at September 11, 2009 06:32 PM

Nice. Some of these are Ziegfeld Girls. Maybe all.

The picture bothers me; the face is in profile and the body slightly turned toward us. Yet I can't say why I dislike that.

Another picture shows the body in profile with the face turned slightly toward the camera. That doesn't bother me.

Posted by: K at September 11, 2009 06:36 PM

AhhIght, as they say... Friday night tune time for lovers.

In appreciation of classic feminine beauty and the gentlemen who recognize the quality, I submit the following for all the beaus and bells who just know that their SO is the most beautiful person on the planet.

*hoists icy mug of brew* Salute!

Posted by: bt_Toulouse-Lautrec_in_disappearing_ink_hun at September 11, 2009 08:07 PM

LOL -- at one time you could probably get arrested for selling those tawdry shots...

:oP

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Posted by: Obloodyhell at September 11, 2009 08:12 PM

> Hound Bubba would hit a pork chop given the opportunity.

Pork chop? The man would've humped a log if it had a knothole...

Posted by: Obloodyhell at September 11, 2009 08:14 PM

Please don't apologize. I was just commenting that looking at beautiful women is sorta like gravity, it is a force. Someday I will be able to look at a beautiful woman and see only beauty...someday.

Posted by: Russ at September 11, 2009 08:21 PM

It's not just the breasts, it's the bodies in general that are so different. As far as I could tell from a quick perusal, not a one of them could make it as a star in Hollywood today. Seriously.

And yes, far more women (especially in entertainment) are getting implants these days. But even among the youngest teens, the generality is a larger size. Supposedly it's because of hormones in meat and the water supply...

Posted by: FbL at September 11, 2009 08:41 PM

> I should have known better than to post this. I won't make the same mistake again.

LOL, what's wrong, Cass? Just because some guys can be jerks. Ignore 'em.

Those women are flat chested because that was the style at the time and this stuff is obviously erotica. Back then if you had 'em you'd wrap 'em up to flatten 'em out. Can't do that, though, when you're dressed in a wisp of silk and lace. So busty women would have been a niche market.

Posted by: Obloodyhell at September 11, 2009 08:41 PM

bthun, thanks for the link. What a wonderfully sexy song and video...

There's something about the voices in country music that really get to me. I don't like all the music, but I do love most of the voices.

Posted by: FbL at September 11, 2009 08:46 PM

Those are beautiful, Cass. Thanks for sharing.

I think these are much more sensual than the nothing-left-to-the-imagination images we have today.

Those photos are similar to the ones taken of a woman who had had body-image issues on the Lifetime TV show "How to Look Good Naked".

And, as a well-endowed girl myself (100% natural), big boobs can be a colossal PITA. I was thrilled this afternoon, during my visit to Petticoat Fair this afternoon to get the proper undergarment to wear with my bridesmaid dress for my sister's wedding, to learn that I actually need a smaller size bra than what I thought was the proper size. I look forward to eventually being able to walk into ANY lingerie department/store to buy something off the rack that fits properly; right now, it's a drive across town to a specialty shop and/or having to order online. Came home today with the long-line strapless to go with the dress, and then a new "everyday" one in a size that fits right.

Posted by: Miss Ladybug at September 11, 2009 09:54 PM

One question. Could Anna Held even breathe? The corset she is wearing must of been made of steel.

Posted by: Russ at September 12, 2009 01:50 AM

The corset she is wearing must of been made of steel.

Whalebone and cotton twill, silk lining.

PETA wouldn't have lasted five seconds back-when.

Posted by: BillT at September 12, 2009 04:04 AM

Miss Ladybug ~ they are a PITA. And the back.

bthun ~ great song

Cass ~ I think my favorite was Helen Henderson. There's just something about that picture - a lot of contradicting emotions in that one. Seems to speak to me these days.

Posted by: Sly's Wardrobe Mistress at September 12, 2009 04:56 AM

Those are beautiful photos. Don't apologize for posting them!

Posted by: Donna B. at September 12, 2009 05:26 AM

I don't know that I've had back issues because of them, personally, but I know others have: my best friend's sister and one of my best friends from junior high.

Never mind that it's also expensive. I spent $116.91 yesterday at Petticoat Fair. I got lucky with the long-line strapless - I expected to pay about $20 more for something like that (as that's about how much those kinds of things ran at David's Bridal, and how much a different style at the specialty shop cost.

I liked the one of Helen Henderson, too. And the one of Peggy Shannon.

Posted by: Miss Ladybug at September 12, 2009 10:26 AM

Women who wore corsets like that had all their insides rearranged. Last night, I was talking to my mom about needing help fastening the long-line strapless, since it hooks up the back, and I can't reach to get all of them. She brought up the corsets women used to wear as a matter of course, and we both agreed that we don't need/have to wear those things anymore...

Posted by: Miss Ladybug at September 12, 2009 10:29 AM

I'm a jerk. Cass, the photo is excellent. Don't inhibit yourself because of my nonsense. We loves ya'.

Posted by: Mark at September 12, 2009 01:29 PM

These are very beautiful, thanks for sharing!

If I may, here is an "old-fashioned European" take on the chest dimensions - large chest was always considered to be a sign of lack of pedigree/good bloodlines...

Posted by: olga at September 12, 2009 01:42 PM

They are lovely, especially the one you posted.
Black and white photography is almost a lost art.

Posted by: Cricket at September 12, 2009 08:35 PM

I must add...these women are stunning. Even the ones who were fully clothed as opposed to carefully draped seemed comfortable with who they were and what they were doing.

Posted by: Cricket at September 12, 2009 08:38 PM

My mother was a Ziegfeld girl although it was a secret kept from we children because my father (God love him) was a bit stuffy and didn't want it bandied about that his wife had been a dancer.
We were middle-aged adults before we learned of our mother's adventurous past.

Posted by: Peter S Conover at September 12, 2009 08:52 PM

Cass,

Don't let a few crude comments throw you off stride. I suspect that it was intended as humor, but didn't come across as such.

In any case the photos are beautiful, much more so than the typical portraits from that era (or this era for that matter). The unfortunate part about that age, though is that the women who posed for those would likely have been considered as completely immoral by most Americans of that day, according to the morals of the time. Modern times may have given us "nothing left to the imagination" internet porn, and instant access to "pick your perversion", but it also gives us the freedom to be a little less judgmental of those that don't conform to our own standards. As long as no one is harmed or abused, I figure whatever brings pleasure to someone else is none of my business.

I come by this attitude honestly. I recently found out from my oldest brother, who is into genealogy and family history, that our grandmother, my father's mother, was a Madame and likely herself a prostitute. This does explain why we were never told anything about my grandparents when I was growing up.

As to the discussion on breast size, from my own male perspective, my only preference is for natural. Large, small, or in between I find them beautiful. Implants have been a boon to those women who through disease, accident, etc. NEED artificial supplements, but like any good thing it is open to abuse, and apparently, some women don't know when to say enough. (Neither to some men, for that matter).

I have notices and had the opinion confirmed by my wife, that most women, no matter how physically beautiful, have some point of dissatisfaction with their bodies and would change it if they could. Whether it is breast size, big thighs, too fat, too thin, too something, the one little thing is almost always there.

In the end, it doesn't really matter. The sexiest, most attractive part of a woman is between her ears. Or to steal a quote from Heinlein, "A man does not insist on physical beauty in a woman who builds up his morale. After a while he realizes that she is beautiful--he just hadn’t noticed it at first."

Charodey

Posted by: Charodey at September 12, 2009 10:54 PM

A gentleman can do no more than apologize when he has offended another gentleman; but to a lady, he can grovel. Once he has, though, surely the rest of us should leave it be.

Now, as to the question raised: my wife, when I met her, was quite painfully thin (to review the old pictures); and small, in every way. In ten years, and especially with the nursing of a child, she has become voluptuous, given to fullness and beauty of form.

I can't tell that it has made any difference in my feelings. The one woman is as much the same as the other in sense as in fact. Mr. Charodey is correct to say that she scoured herself for both sets of attributes, however little either meant to me. He's right also to say that neither set of attributes were central to her charm; the main thing was that she loved me.

Posted by: Grim at September 12, 2009 11:57 PM

:)

I don't think Mark is a jerk. Many times he has shown kindness to me.

Beauty is subjective. Very likely I read more into the remark than was intended.

Posted by: Cassandra at September 13, 2009 01:30 AM

ouw, thats interesting...
good blog..
see yaa..

Posted by: sunglasses at September 13, 2009 03:04 AM

Oh, my... Between the comments of Charodey and Grim, my heart is swooning. You two are definitely a credit to your sex and your wives are blessed to have you in their lives.

Posted by: FbL at September 13, 2009 09:50 AM

...most women, no matter how physically beautiful, have some point of dissatisfaction with their bodies and would change it if they could. Whether it is breast size, big thighs, too fat, too thin, too something, the one little thing is almost always there.

Grim and I have had this conversation many times before.

Physical beauty is what men prize in women. It's not that they don't appreciate other qualities, but being beautiful confers a huge advantage for a woman in seeking a mate. Men will put up with all sorts of bad behavior from a beautiful woman, just as women put up with all sorts of bad behavior from aggressive, successful men.

Women do what men reward us for. This is no different that human behavior in any situation where people compete for resources - behavior that is rewarded, gets repeated.

Men, on the other hand, spend comparatively little time/effort on looking nice because in the mating game, that isn't as rewarding as maximizing other traits. It's not that women don't appreciate good looking men, but we value traits we think indicate a man will be a faithful mate and good provider more.

There have been any number of studies that show that when men are constantly reminded of their physical appearance, they show the exact same decrease in self confidence they claim not to understand in women :p We're just reminded of it (and rewarded more for it) than men.

Posted by: Cassandra at September 13, 2009 10:08 AM

There have been any number of studies that show that when men are constantly reminded of their physical appearance, they show the exact same decrease in self confidence they claim not to understand in women...

Those men were obviously reminded via *flounce* rather than *swoon*.

*koff*

Posted by: BillT at September 13, 2009 11:57 AM

Yeah, I was gonna say...

Posted by: Grim at September 13, 2009 12:39 PM

"Posted by: Grim at September 12, 2009 11:57 PM"
If you change the time frame in the second paragraph to (takes off shoes) thirty plus years, you've described Walkin' Boss. Grim, do you mind if I use that description the next time I need to bail my carcass out of the resident sling?
"Men, on the other hand, spend comparatively little time/effort on looking nice because in the mating game, that isn't as rewarding as maximizing other traits."
Indeed. The only hope most men have is to accept the fact that we're men and purdy ain't the mission. And the sooner men accept that, the sooner they're able to function as men are supposed to function. Without guile. Without vanity. Without remorse. The world depends on it.

Apologies to Lt. Speirs formerly of the 506th.

Posted by: bthun at September 13, 2009 02:09 PM

I am a dog... grovel, grovel.

Posted by: Mark at September 13, 2009 02:34 PM

Indeed. The only hope most men have is to accept the fact that we're men and purdy ain't the mission. And the sooner men accept that, the sooner they're able to function as men are supposed to function. Without guile. Without vanity. Without remorse. The world depends on it.

Dammit. Sometimes I wish I were a man. Trying to look pretty is a pain in the butt--and that pain is both literal and figurative! :P

(says the girl as she heads out to the store to try and find SOMETHING she can look tolerably good in when she meets 80 a-list TV stars in a business capacity at poolside in expected 91-degree heat. And as Cassandra pointed out above, it's going to do wonders for the very confidence required in order to "sell" what I need to them. What was that about being a man again...? If I were a man I'd already be drooling, and the thought of my clothing/appearance wouldn't even be on the radar).

Posted by: FbL at September 13, 2009 02:46 PM

I am a dog... grovel, grovel.

/SMACK!!! :)

This is a no-groveling zone, Mark. People disagree with me all the time. Sometimes they get put-out by things I say and sometimes I get put-out by things other people say. It is not the end of the world. The upside of all this is that afe is sitting in the background going, "YES!!!!! This time it wasn't ME!" :p

I will say that I love to see a man all 'purtied' up. I love it when my husband has just shaved and gets dressed up and he smells wonderful. He doesn't have to do it all the time, because I also love the way he looks with a few days of beard stubble when we're on vacation.

But I really do notice when a man pays attention to the way he looks. And I am very appreciative.

Posted by: Cassandra at September 13, 2009 03:00 PM

Can I step in it any further?

Posted by: Mark at September 13, 2009 03:12 PM

AFE is a Mensch!

Posted by: Mark at September 13, 2009 03:13 PM

...to try and find SOMETHING she can look tolerably good in when she meets 80 a-list TV stars in a business capacity at poolside in expected 91-degree heat.

Go with the gossamer purple pants suit...

Posted by: BillT at September 13, 2009 03:21 PM

AFE is a Mensch!

Aye yay yay... these mens :p
Yes, he is Mark. And so are jou.

Jou did not "step in it", hombre. Besides, afe and every other man at thees blog ees pumping his fist in righteous solidarity with jour testicular fortitude :p

Now stop begging thee Lawn Chica for spankings, hokay? Her hands... they are so tired, today.

Posted by: Chinese Jewish Mexican-American Lawn Chica at September 13, 2009 03:43 PM

Spankings?

Posted by: Mark at September 13, 2009 03:47 PM

I totally understand what you mean, FbL. I've gone through that not being able to find ANY suitable for making a good first impression. It can be downright depressing when you go to store after store and find nothing. I was just looking to have something for interviewing/job fairs. I can't help but wonder if my appearance was held against me. Fair or not, us women are judged heavily - ESPECIALLY the first-impression - by how we look. So, in recent years, it's sucked to be me. Even now, after all the progress I've made, if I were in your position, having to me those sorts of people, I would be very self-conscious of how I would "measure up" to that constituency. Right now, I'm just worried about how I'm going to look for my sister's wedding, and I think of how much that is going to cost me (I've already got the dress & the shoes; likely not done getting the underthings to help make the dress look as good as possible; I'm gonna need to have my hair freshly highlighted and cut (and I'll need a full highlight, not just a partial, as she's been doing, not knowing exactly what she'll do with my hair the day of; my stylist has a professional makeup artist who will (for a fee) do our makeup that day. All the guys have to do is rent the tux, shave, and make sure they've been to the barber in the past week... When all is said and done, I need to add up how much being in my sister's wedding is costing me.

Posted by: Miss Ladybug at September 13, 2009 04:00 PM

Posted by: FbL at September 13, 2009 09:50 AM

I have to agree with you here, too. Where are the men like this who aren't already taken???

Posted by: Miss Ladybug at September 13, 2009 04:02 PM

Just yanking your chain a bit, Mark.

Posted by: Cassandra at September 13, 2009 04:05 PM

I'll probably be fine with that TV star thing--as long as I can focus on what I'm selling rather than focusing on myself, I'm usually okay. But I AM having a hard time figuring out what to wear... Stupid fashion industry/Hollywood!

I honestly don't care that much about what I wear, but I know that in this situation, looking bad or dressing inappropriately will actually interfere with what I'm trying to accomplish. So, I'm stressing about it. *grr*

Posted by: FbL at September 13, 2009 04:14 PM

The Lawn Chica is HOT!

Posted by: Mark at September 13, 2009 05:13 PM

Good Lord, never argue with a woman.

Posted by: Mark at September 13, 2009 05:20 PM

The most stunning photo, the one that smacked me between the eyes was the last one of the group. It is a pity it wasn't in color, but the clothes, the hair, makeup...she was a total knockout and none of the Hollywood pretty babes can even come close to that girl. Egyptienne...I think.

That was a treat.

Posted by: Cricket at September 13, 2009 05:37 PM

Between the comments of Charodey and Grim, my heart is swooning. - Posted by: FbL

Where are the men like this who aren't already taken??? - Posted by: Miss Ladybug

Thank you, Fbl and Miss Ladybug, sincerely! That is the second time in my life that I have received that compliment, and I can imagine any higher praise to receive from a woman. I'll try not to let it go to my head, but it won't be easy.

The one other time I was given that compliment, I later told my wife about it, thinking that she'd bring me back down by reminding me of some of my faults. (of which I have plenty) Instead, she reacted in a way which seemed, shall we say, a bit smug. That didn't help keep my ego under control at all.

Posted by: Charodey at September 13, 2009 05:43 PM

My problem is, I'd be comparing myself to my audience and what their expectations about appearance are... likely no matter how confident I might be about my ability/knowledge. Hey, I'm human (and female).

Posted by: Miss Ladybug at September 13, 2009 05:45 PM

That should have read "I can't imagine any higher praise"

Proofreading is a lost art.

Posted by: Charodey at September 13, 2009 05:46 PM

She knows a good thing when she sees it, Charodey!

Posted by: Miss Ladybug at September 13, 2009 05:46 PM

Instead, she reacted in a way which seemed, shall we say, a bit smug. That didn't help keep my ego under control at all.

Sometimes, when you guys make us feel honored to stand by your side, letting you know how proud we are of you is the greatest pleasure in being female.

Posted by: Cassandra at September 13, 2009 05:55 PM

Those men were obviously reminded via *flounce* rather than *swoon*.

Actually, they were reminded by being shown photos of very young male models rippling with muscles and waxed to within an inch of their lives :p

So when men are shown lots of photos of younger, impossibly attractive men they react exactly the same way women do.

Posted by: Cassandra at September 13, 2009 06:04 PM

"So when men are shown lots of photos of younger, impossibly attractive men they react exactly the same way women do.

Posted by: Cassandra at September 13, 2009 06:04 PM"

Lowered help me, I laugh while thinking, WAXED!? and wait till they get to be my age. But then I've received some notoriety around my parts for having a seriously twisted sense of humor.

But now that lawn Chica is another matter... =;^}

Posted by: bt_El-Curmudgeon_hun at September 13, 2009 06:21 PM

So when men are shown lots of photos of younger, impossibly attractive men they react exactly the same way women do.

Bets, darlin' girl?

Posted by: BillT at September 13, 2009 06:49 PM

Actually, I think the average man thinks he's more attractive than he really is, while the average woman believes herself to be less attractive than she really is...

Posted by: Miss Ladybug at September 13, 2009 06:58 PM

Actually the research I've read shows that women have an excellent idea (on average) of how attractive they are to the opposite sex. Their self ratings were nearly always close to ratings by others.

Men, on the other hand, wildly overestimated their attractiveness to the opposite sex (as well as whether, in specific cases, they would be attractive to a particular woman). That is... until they were shown photos of hot young guys. Then, suddenly, reality set in and their self-ratings were at or below where other women rated them :p

Bill:

So when men are shown lots of photos of younger, impossibly attractive men they react exactly the same way women do [to photos of younger, impossibly attractive women].

Smart a** :)

Posted by: Cassandra at September 13, 2009 07:10 PM

bthun, I think it's dumb for men to wax themselves. But then I think it's dumb for women to have breast implants so that's not surprising.

Posted by: Cassandra at September 13, 2009 07:11 PM

Only legitimate reason for a man to wax is if he's a swimmer and trying to cut down on water resistance to win races; but, today, even that isn't an excuse with those fancy new body suits they make.

Posted by: Miss Ladybug at September 13, 2009 07:15 PM

Let's slag San Francisco!

Posted by: Mark at September 13, 2009 08:08 PM

You have my agreement on both counts M'lady...

But I can't help myself, I still laugh at the absurdity of modern pop culture idols, be they hairless males and pneumatic females or clean, articulate, young politicians with no track record of accomplishment...

Popular Science, if not addle-brained idol worship, run amok.

Posted by: bt_El-Curmudgeon_hun at September 13, 2009 08:48 PM

Grim, do you mind if I use that description the next time I need to bail my carcass out of the resident sling?

By all means, my friend.

Actually, they were reminded by being shown photos of very young male models rippling with muscles and waxed to within an inch of their lives :p So when men are shown lots of photos of younger, impossibly attractive men they react exactly the same way women do.

I'll take your word that you got that reaction out of someone. I've never been able to view that type as competition. We're not in the same market, so to speak; they are children, and even when I was their age, I wasn't one.

It's fine to value physicality as well as other mental and spiritual qualities; but at least one might value it according to a proper standard. The men who are impressive to me include some Navy SEALs I've known (some older and in worse shape than myself, currently); a few master horsemen; and so forth.

Empty physicality has never impressed me; neither have I been enough impressed with women who were pursuing it to care about missing out on their company. I suppose it's easier to feel that way, for a man; after all, as you say, it's not hard to find a woman who understands that a man who makes a good husband and father is really what she's after.

Not every man feels the same way, though; perhaps some are really intimidated by photos of models.

(Although, it occurs to me that perhaps this was another one of those 'studies,' wherein the men got the jist of the questions and replied to the attractive office assistant, "Why yes, I do feel awful about my body image now... I suddenly understand everything you poor women have been saying all this time. I don't know how I'll ever feel whole again. If only there were someone who could... I don't suppose you'd be free for dinner?")

Posted by: Grim at September 13, 2009 08:58 PM

Grim~

When you mention SEALs, that's definitely the sort of man I could admire and would likely jump at the chance to meet and potentially date...

Posted by: Miss Ladybug at September 13, 2009 09:11 PM

See, that's just what I mean. Those b@#$@s are competition. :)

Posted by: Grim at September 13, 2009 09:22 PM

If I can't hold it in my hand, it's wasted.

Posted by: Rex at September 13, 2009 09:50 PM

My Aunt used to sell framed, vintage photos and my favorites were what I called "the pretty ladies". These photos definitely fit in that category. I love the mystery in their eyes. Thank you for finding them, they are a treasure.

Posted by: Leslie at September 13, 2009 10:55 PM

Grim~

They might be "competition", but only for those somewhere where there are SEALs, so most men don't have to worry about that. I did meet a SEAL once, last school year when I was subbing. One of the dads, when he came up after school to get his little boy, was wearing the Trident on the lapel of his long winter coat. I was read Lone Survivor at the time, and mentioned that. Guess he know Marchinco and said he'd leave some of those books with his son's teacher if I subbed there again. I never did, though I did make note of which Team he said he had been on, and his son's last name, just on the off-chance... Odds of me meeting another SEAL - especially in some situation where I could get a date out of it - are slim to none...

Okay, time for me to think about getting to bed...

Posted by: Miss Ladybug at September 14, 2009 12:32 AM

Smart a**

*sweeping bow with flourish of pluméd chevalier chapeau*

Indeed, ma'am, indeed.

I've never been able to view that type as competition.

Affirm. KtLW told me once she believed that a few scars meant that a man has "been somewhere other than a health club and done something other than pump iron while looking in a mirror."

Posted by: BillT at September 14, 2009 04:57 AM

Instead, she reacted in a way which seemed, shall we say, a bit smug. That didn't help keep my ego under control at all.

On this subject, Cassandra said it well. And I'll add two things: 1) A properly fed/motivated male ego is a wonderful thing. :D and 2) Not only is your wife lucky to have you, you are obviously lucky to have HER... because she knows she's lucky. ;)

Posted by: FbL at September 14, 2009 08:16 AM

KtLW is right. Think that thought supports the "there's just something about a man in uniform..." line of thinking...

Now, gotta finish getting ready for work!

Posted by: Miss Ladybug at September 14, 2009 08:29 AM

Recently, during our travels in the Upper Peninsula of Michigan, I was cleaning the bugs off the windshield of our coach when a lady walked up to me. She said; "I have a question!" I looked down at her from my perch on the stool and replied; "I'm married!" She thought for a moment then started laughing, and laughing, and laughing some more.

I finally told her it was a trick question to see if she was paying attention. Seems she and her husband have the same RV we have and had a question about how to fix the minor problem. We walked back to her RV and fixed the problem after meeting the entire family.

Seeing her laugh was indicative of her sense of self, imagination, and humor. Inner beauty is the true measure of a woman from which all else follows. Laughter is the best medicine. If I wanted to see boobs I would get another cat and train it to walk on a leash like I did at Ft. DeRussy on Oahu in 1967, LOL.

Posted by: vet66 at September 14, 2009 09:00 AM

Doctor Macro has a whole slew of Ziegfeld Girl photos over at his site . He also has many, many shots of classic male and female Hollywood stars [http://doctormacro1.info/Galleries.htm].

Linked to at:
http://www.thecampofthesaints.com/2009.09.06_arch.html#1252799318358

Posted by: Bob Belvedere at September 14, 2009 09:27 AM

They might be "competition", but only for those somewhere where there are SEALs...

There are very few of them.

In any event, they are "competition" only in the theoretical way that the skinny young shavelings are not. I'm not even slightly in competition with anyone, being well married; and nor do I expect, or hope, to ever be again.

Posted by: Grim at September 14, 2009 10:58 AM

Scars are interesting. There is always a story behind them.

Posted by: Sly's Wardrobe Mistress at September 14, 2009 01:18 PM

"Scars are interesting. There is always a story behind them."

I got my 20 stitches skiing. Am I a mensch?

Posted by: Mark at September 14, 2009 01:48 PM

Especially if you collected them as a result of schussing through the Panjshir Gorge and taking notes on the nameplates over the caves...

Posted by: BillT at September 14, 2009 01:55 PM

There is always a story behind them.

Which, in my case, usually starts out, "Hey, TINS..."

Posted by: BillT at September 14, 2009 01:58 PM

"nameplates over the caves..."

Too funny.

Posted by: Mark at September 14, 2009 02:01 PM

"Especially if you collected them as a result of schussing through the Panjshir Gorge and taking notes on the nameplates over the caves..."

Holding the wrong end of the burnt stick again, eh?
0>;~}

Posted by: DL Sly at September 14, 2009 03:44 PM

Sly, don't be catty.

Posted by: Mark at September 15, 2009 02:23 PM

Bill T what is TINS?

Posted by: Mark at September 15, 2009 02:29 PM

Mr. Bill, if I may be allowed to answer Mark...

At the telling of a somewhat improbable story, the teller will often employ the opening line, This is no $#!+...

Posted by: bthun at September 15, 2009 03:32 PM

...and most-commonly associated with tales of combat derring-do, hence:

Q. What's the difference between a fairy tale and a war story?

A. A fairy tale starts out with "Once upon a time..." and a war story starts out with, "Hey, this is no sh*t..."

Posted by: BillT at September 15, 2009 03:49 PM

A friend of mine is an Annapolis grad and has a masters from MIT. He told me about his tour in Vietnam in the brown water navy. One of his briefers announced that his boats would take 75% casualties. His reaction was "oh". They were much luckier than that.

Posted by: Mark at September 15, 2009 04:47 PM

Helloooooooooooo Nurse!

Posted by: Yakko and Wakko at September 15, 2009 04:55 PM

Tieing TINS together with Helloooooooooooo Nurse! -- I started out as an artillery forward observer, and our mentors took great glee in pointing out that the average life expectancy of an FO in combat was two minutes. A couple of months later, while I was going through flight school, one of my 'Structor Pilots told me, "If you live through the first ten seconds of flying into a hot LZ, you've got a good chance of surviving through the next ten seconds -- after that, all bets are off."

Posted by: BillT at September 16, 2009 01:16 AM

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