For the Criminally Inane

For the Criminally Inane

Friday, May 27, 2011

Sexy men don't smile?

Do women really find brooding, pouty-lipped men more attractive than a grinning guy? According to a study done in Canada, the research seems to suggest yes. Well, since I'm married to a man more like Tom Hanks than Robert Pattinson, I have to ask why?

First off, the article says the test was done on initial reactions. At a first glance, who looks sexier, the grinning goof or the man who looks like he's been naughty? Some of the grinning goofs out there may be thinking this is the reason you aren't getting dates Friday nights. Before you don a frown and smouldering eyes, let's look at what they're really saying. What do people mean when they say sexual attractiveness Let's define sexual attractiveness as someone to fantasize about, not to have a real relationship with. Two totally different things. And let's be honest girls, do you really want a brooding man to drag you down. Imagine being married to a brooder:

You: (Over OJ in the breakfast nook.) Ah, the sun is finally out. Looks like it's going to be a sunny day.
Ultimate Sexy-Husband Brooder: Yeah, I think I prefer the clouds, since now I can't go out without sparkling like quartz.
You: Well, that's a bummer since I was thinking of going to the Botanical Gardens today.
Ultimate Sexy-Husband Brooder: (with bedroom eyes) How 'bout instead we stay in.
You: Well, since it's been raining steadily for the last week, I'm kinda sick of being in the house. I need to get out.
Ultimate Sexy-Husband Brooder: (Pouting) You never want to do what I want to do.

Noooooo thank you! I like guys who are bright and enthusiastic, who smile, especially at me. Now, in TV/movies do we like Brooders, yes, but that's fiction, not real life. So relax, all you nice guys who smile, you may not get voted in the top ten for initial attraction, but in the long run you will be happier than the brooding men.

Monday, May 16, 2011

Problem with Chick-lit

I ran into a problem. I'm rewriting the ending of my first chick-lit I think could actually be publishable. But I get to the end and I'm fighting worldly expectations of an intimate scene at the end. It's gotta happen right? It's a romance. They've got to at least kiss, right? Kissing, I can handle, sexual tension, I can handle. But sex before marriage? Sure, I could write it in a tasteful way, but really, I don't want to champion a behavior in my heroine that I would not (morally) do myself. Two options, scrap it start on something new, forget it until the Victorian Age revolution happens, or I can turn it into a Christian romance. Is there any other solution and still feel right in my conscience?