"The most beautiful thing we can experience is the mysterious."
When you last heard from me, I was ranting and raving about the depravity of today's entertainment
industry and the destruction of the world by today's youth.
Yes, I've become my father.
Regardless, I'd like to continue the theme of fabricated reality by letting the female members of
the readership in on a secret the media moguls won't tell you, and most men you come across don't
have the nerve to say. Ladies, showing more of your body does not necessarily make you more
attractive. Allow me to explain...
There is a common misconception (again, circulated by mass market media) that a woman's desirability
is directly proportional to the amount of skin she exposes... that she should wear the least amount of
clothing possible with the few parts that must be covered under penalty of law, fighting for freedom
against their ultra-sheer, skin tight jailors. I'm here to tell you that this is simply not the case.
Of course, a little skin here... a glimpse there... that is sexy. Beyond sexy, it is
actually attractive. Push this to the extreme, however, and you are left with a spandex
trainwreck. Be it size 2 or size 32, there is no difference. A woman dressing for gross maximum
sex appeal most definitely drops a few notches on my scale of attractiveness because of the obvious
nature of the act. Believe it or not, most men I talk to agree with me. They can't voice their
opinion, no matter how good the intentions, because anything they could say would be heard as an
insult. I've made that mistake before and I have the scars to prove it.
Am I old-fashioned? Dry? Reserved? I don't think so, and I'm doubtful that anyone who knows me
would call me a person of exceptionally high morals. I'm an all around fairly average guy, who believes
himself to be in the majority of the male population. We are the men at the side of the dance floor
that you don't understand because we aren't ogling the cleavage popping from your belly button length
v-neck or the thong above your low cut capris pants. It doesn't mean you look bad, it doesn't mean we
aren't sexually attracted to you, and it certainly doesn't mean we're intimidated. Instead, it means
that some of us are not solely driven to pursue the easiest path toward sex. Yes, some of us — I'd dare say most — can sit in the same room as an attractive woman and not slobber on ourselves.
We've grown tired of tube tops and micro-skirts. Television has smothered us with them. Instead, we
want sophistication, refinement, and poise. We want beauty; not sex. Sex drips from everything in our
world today, and though I'm sure I'll hear no end to the razzing once my friends have read this, I'll say
that it has become absolutely boring. Beauty is far, far more sparse and it isn't necessarily attached
to a 105 pound frame. It's in the eyes, the posture, the smile...your enthusiasm, happiness, wit, and
joy toward life. We want a complete and total woman. This has much less to do with the perfect body
than you may think and certainly less than what you've been shown. We want your conversation, opinions,
and attention; not a lifesize Barbie doll to roll out for cocktail parties. Put bluntly, we want
you and all that you entail. There is no need to filter yourself through a pane of
That's not what T.V. tells you, is it? Television shoves you into unflattering clothing designed to
attract the very type of men you don't want — the mouth-breathing Neanderthals with one big toe still
dipped into the lower primate gene pool. Don't fall for it! Dress exactly the way you want and
nothing else. Don't let the thinly disguised advertising agencies sway you otherwise. Nothing
is more attractive than a confident woman enjoying herself no matter what her clothing or weight
may be. If you allow yourself to be pressured into wearing a glorified majorette uniform and
6 inch stiletto heels, chances are you'll project your insecurities ten feet in front of you,
warning away any man worthy of your attention.
If you want to go out and watch heads turn as you enter a room, then by all means knock yourself out.
Pour yourself into the latest designer scotch tape/floss ensemble and let 'er rip. Enjoy the
attention... There's nothing at all wrong with that, but afterwards please don't complain to your
male friends about how every guy you met was a jerk who never made eye contact. I've spoiled that
for you because you've just heard what many men have been wanting to say for a long time.
...and thankfully, I'm out of slapping range.
Copyright © September 2003 Aaron Gillum and Low Carb Luxury