Monday, November 24, 2008
REAL WOMEN HAVE CURVES
If I told you a woman wore a size 12 and stood 5 feet 5 inches, most people would think she was overweight. But, if I told you she was blonde haired (dyed, naturally brown), blue eyed, weighed 118 lbs, and was a woman named Marilyn Monroe with measurements 36D-22-36, you would come up with an entirely different picture wouldn’t you? What is a woman’s obsession with being so skinny these days? I mean you go shopping with one. You have to go to a “Large woman’s” store to find anything in the double digits, it’s disgusting. Why do women want to be a size zero or one or two? Why do we consider it “healthy” to be so skinny? I’m sorry if I’m along here, but I don’t think it’s sexy when I can see a girl’s ribs, or spine for that matter. To me, there is nothing sexier than a woman with some curves on her. I want a coca-cola bottle, a winding road, a BRICK HOUSE!!! I don’t want to walk down the street beside a toothpick with an olive on top of it. If I’ve got bigger chunks of meat stuck between my teeth then you’ve got fat on your body, I won’t even look at you. I probably can’t look at you because if you turn sideways you’d disappear. Bettie Page was nicknamed “The girl with the perfect body”. She weighed 128 lbs, stood 5 feet 5 ½ inches and her measurements were 36-23-35. I don’t know how many people saw the movie “Real Woman Have Curves”, but the title couldn’t be truer. Where are the real women at these days? When I walk down the street, I see tooth picks with barely any clothes on. This is supposed to be sexy? Ginuwine asked “is there any more room for me in those jeans?” Well, with the girls that walk around these days, it looks like there’s plenty of room left in them. I mean really now. Who is sexier, Selma Hayek or Lindsey Lohan? Would you prefer Halle Berry or Eva Longoria? Who do you want walking by you, Jessica Alba or Ashley Olson? Would you rather go out with Penelope Cruz or Gabrielle Union? I know I’m not the only guy who feels this way, at least I hope not. Who’s with me?