Two movies chock full of attractive women.

I don't know if I already mentioned this, but my parents have a Netflix instant play box for their TV. At first, I thought it sounded like a waste of money, but in truth, it's really awesome. To that end, I've been watching a lot of movies, and two that I watched recently featured just tons of good looking women.



The first movie was Two Brothers & A Bride (2003), which stars Emily Mortimer, who I've had a thing for ever since she was in Scream 3 (2000). The movie is about two brothers who seek out a 'mail order bride' in Russia, and they wind up meeting many women who were real lookers.



The second movie is The Machine Girl (2008), the plot of which in no way necessitates the abundant amount of attractive women seen on the screen (unlike Two Brothers & A Bride), however, the movie is purposefully ridiculous and outlandish, and to that end the copious amounts of cute girls the film features adds to the film's camp quality.

I Rememberd What I Forgot & Cute Girl Outside Grocery Store

So last Sunday, October 25th, I went to my cousin's son's (I think that makes him my cousin once removed.) first birthday party. On the way there, I stopped at a Target to get a card. The woman who rang me up was very cute, but in a way that you know every boy within 100 feet of her has picked up on. She was the kind of girl who could get any boy she wants. I kind of can't get into girls like that. See, what I have to offer a woman is something very genuine, and I'm not willing to battle it out with every other person who likes girls in order to demonstrate that. I hate that whole scene. I mean, I think we should try to move past this sort of 'bucks ramming their antlers together to impress the does' philosophy of dating and relationships. I'm not a polyamorist either. Not that I have a problem with polyamory, but I really don't think I could enjoy a relationship like that. Modern romance fiction has tried to suggest a scenario where a woman is beautiful in her own way, and nobody sees why she is special, until a man shows up and realizes is able to see the real her. Sometimes I think this kind of setup to a romantic relationship is unlikely in the real world. If you notice a girl is special, chances are you're not the first, even if she's special in a peculiar, quirky way. Furthermore, I think a hope for this kind of romantic setup can cause men to prey vampirically on women with low self esteem, exploiting their poor self image to gain a relationship from them, and I don't mean to imply that these men are trying to do something wrong. I just think 'She has low self esteem and I need to be the one to save her' is setting oneself up for a horrid relationship.

I was walking to the grocery store a couple of hours ago and I saw a cute girl. She was really thin. Some guys don't like thin women. I had a friend tell me that he felt skinny women looked 'sickly.' I'm certainly not implying that I'd be more attracted to women in a world where anorexia was a rule. I think there's a lot of really cute women who are hardly rail thin, even obese. However, there are some really cute skinny minnys out there.

Anna Gaskell

I don't pay much attention to photography. However, I do notice the Gap advertisements that take place during The Office. That's how I know about Anna Gaskell, and what do I know about Anna Gaskell? She's cute and she either has large feet or wears shoes that are uncomfortable (and without socks?). That's all I need to know for this blog.

Cute Girl in an SUV

I was driving to the post office to turn in my Netflix, and in the next lane there was a cute girl. Judging from her bumper stickers, she's a psudeo-alternative Snot Topic shopper who is the weird one in her friend group, but all her friends are perfectly normal, and so's her boyfriend (I got all that from a generic Skull & Crossbones bumper sticker and a sticker for some band I hadn't heard of, I'm quick to judge like that). She was short and driving a tall car, so I could only see the top half of her head, but it was a cute top half. Also, she kind noticed when I tried to check her out, so I did that whole 'Hum-de-dum, I'm just looking in that general direction and it has nothing to do with you being there.' thing, so there's another reason why I couldn't tell exactly how cute she was beneath about the ridge of her nose.

Digression

I sent out a mass e-mail telling friends and family about my new blog earlier today, and I got an e-mail back from a friend who had this to say.

Men who constantly talk about "attractive" points about women sort of make me sick. I don't care about you wanting to see some woman's legs. You can take me off this mass mailing list now.

This kind of attitude toward the way men approach their sexuality is one of the things that I'm trying to tackle with this blog. I'm trying to show how a person can come across women, either in real life or in the media, and appreciate qualities that they have. It's simple; it's sincere, and it's unobtrusive. At least that's how I'm trying to portray it. Getting this kind of feedback makes me worry that I'm not explaining myself very well (and admittedly, I wasn't totally satisfied with my post on Franka Potente from the moment I published it). Still, I think boys liking girls needs to be de-villainized. I'm recording the times when I get attracted to someone. I'm not sitting on a park bench eyeing little girls with bad intent. I think it's important to recognize you can be into girls, even comment on their physical beauty, without being a pervert or a misogynist. Attraction to others in this sense happens to most people. The way I see it, the way I find myself attracted to women is, if not completely unique, at least done out of my own alterity. Some would make one think that this is a abominable way to function, and people should hate themselves for noticing that Potente has great legs. This blog is intended as my way of showing that not only is there no reason for anyone to hate theirself for this, but as a matter of fact, when you realize that finding someone attractive stems from a genuine, authentic, compassionate self, you can't help but love yourself for the way you feel.

I want to round this thought out with a poem, which just happens to be my favorite poem in the whole world, that I feel does a nice job of explaining what I'm trying to say here.

In the desert
I saw a creature, naked, bestial,
Who, squatting upon the ground,
Held his heart in his hands,
And ate of it.
I said: "Is it good, friend?"
"It is bitter - bitter," he answered;
"But I like it
Because it is bitter,
And because it is my heart."

-Stephen Crane, 1905

Charlotte vs. The Shankers

I went to a noise show in San Francisco this morning and there was probably 4 girls there. They were all pretty cute. The one who I thought was the cutest was handing out flyers for a show on October 3rd. She was talking about a show tonight at someplace called the Razorwire. I asked her about it, and she was talking about it and I asked her if I could look up where the Razorwire was and it would tell me. She said probably, but then she gave me her number so that I could just call her for directions. I got a cute girl's number today, which is pretty awesome.

The only thing is, my friends The Shankers are playing tonight at Gilman. I feel like I ought to see them, since they've always been super good friends of mine and all. On the other hand, I don't want to miss an opportunity to get to know a cool girl. On the other hand, for all I know she's seeing someone, or she's gay, or she's just not interested, or whatever, and then I'll be at a cool noise show, but all the cool noise in the world will still leave me feeling disappointed because I was hoping to get to know a cool girl in that way. I'm not sure what I should do.