Today's guest post is from pal Nathan Thorp who amuses me often about how men and women view the world differently.
In respect to perceptions of beauty, many of us ladies believe, partly as a result of constant media onslaught, that we need to look like Maxim or Victoria's Secret models in order to win over the affections of the males in our species. Nathan shares a guy's perspective on what some men really think.
Recently, pal Julie and I got together for dinner at some fancy restaurant downtown. To give you a visual, Julie has a stereotypical California girl look; blond, blue eyes, Hollywood thin, complimented with medically enhanced D sized breasts, and Botox smooth skin. Julie is extremely bright, but has always been consumed with her exterior appearance.
After looking over the menu, I ordered chicken and a side of mixed vegetables. Pretty healthy I thought. Julie had the famous, skinny girl salad. I personally had no lunch that day so I was of course extremely hungry.
When the food finally came to our table, I started eating immediately. About two minutes into my meal, I feel Julie's stare as I dig into my chicken. Being polite, I asked her if she would like some of my chicken. I thought why else would someone stare at me while I was eating.
With a confused and almost disgusted look, Julie says to me, "You eat the skin on the chicken."
I realize there is high fat content in chicken skin, however, I do not see the need to surgically remove every morsel of skin from every bite. I mean, I eat some skin and pull off the rest. I like some chicken skin and don't see the big deal in moderation. Her comment though leads us into an elongated discussion about the fat content of chicken skin.
After about five minutes of hearing Julie go on and on about the unhealthiness of chicken skin and about the importance of healthy eating, I look her in the eye and say, "Julie, in all seriousness, you are arguing with me about the fat in chicken skin when you have inserted silicon filled plastic bags into your breasts, and then injected botulism into your eye brows. I highly doubt that chicken skin has anywhere near the health risks."
Julie just stared at me...again.
This time however, although I was some what blunt, Julie could not argue with my logic. My point wasn't to be mean but to point out perspective. Initially, she was a bit offended by my bluntness, however, we eventually laughed at the hypocrisy.
Julie is so infatuated with being skinny, and achieving the Maxim magazine image, that she does not see what truly makes her attractive. I wish she could see what I see, her personality and the little things that make her unique. I personally think she looked better natural with a few more pounds. I don't see where she needs to implant anything.
Ladies, men like healthy looking women and to us that does not mean you have to get implants, Botox, or starve yourself. We like you to enjoy food. If you want to meet the man of your dreams and live happily ever after, be yourself. Eat the chicken skin. Trust me; a little chicken skin will not turn off any man worth keeping.