Quality check on beauty?

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Reading one of my daily blogs today, the notion of rating women on a scale of 1 to 10 was part of the discussion. Along with it was possibly more advanced theory regarding how those numbers vary with the intended outcome by the participants (male), of the equation. While all interesting, and possibly quite true, or not, I found myself thinking about the rating system to begin with. I did leave some ignored as usual comment about there really not being any real 10's, none that I have met, seen in pictures or movies, or have any connection with or have, ever.

Why no 10's? Simply, every beautiful woman I have seen and the ones I have encountered more closely, have flaws. Imagine if, Farrah Faucet is your thing, if she talked like Donald Duck or something. Every woman, no matter how beautiful, and to my knowledge and certainly acquaintance, has had at least (say) four things a bit... off. Weird boob sizing issues, moles where they really are not attractive, voice issues, or... something. The whole notion of 10 is an ideal that I have never seen fulfilled. Further, once the mystery is gone, the rating further declines. If you chase a 10, successfully, hope to wake up with at least a 7 or maybe an 8. And, this will change too, if you are into the long term deal. Usually it goes down from there. If you want to be a father however, pregnancy can bring back that 10 status, if in a very different way.

Oh, how dare I judge woman, compare one woman's beauty to the next? Do tease. Woman are the most horrendously judgmental beings on the planet when dealing with appearance discrimination. They can get past it too, but never letting go of their firmly held position. Changing only if some social situation calls into question her long held belief, like seeing a woman she knows to be... less, with a man she greatly admires or desires. This will either shake her confidence, lower the man's status, or both until her processes yoyo into a more or less subjective balance somewhere in there. Women are absolutely brutal in their assessments and judgment regarding beauty. They do not apply this to men, as we are not and not considered beautiful. We are powerful, perhaps, and can lend that power to a degree to their pet projects. Same with wealth and fame. And whether that be on an interpersonal, a local, regional, national, or an international level, that is how men seem to be judged. Women are so judgmental they will starve themselves, force themselves to regurgitate what they have eaten, take pills and other odd things, on to surgical procedures. But make no mistake, it is not for men. It is for their own hyper-self-image.

So, I have no problem assessing women based on a subjective objectifying basis. I also look at myself and try to see what they are seeing. I am stumped there though. Each woman seems to view things extremely differently, some loving what they see, others not so much. I do not have a good model by which to predict any woman's reaction. Though too, I know that their hormones, on top of anything else, and possible what pheromones I am giving off, have more to do with it than anything conscious or even subconscious. Not even what I bring to the table monetarily or anything else matters at the stage of the game I am in, so long as it is seen as 'decent'. The one physical attribute I have that is almost like catnip though, is my height. Well, catnip or as a vacuum cleaner to cat. Either it pulls them in, or sends them looking for cover. The majority, I would say vast majority, are attracted.

Anyway... Does the fact that women, on a scale of 1 to 10 can only reach 8 change anything? Not really. I think it simply adjusts for the emotional or psychological limitations of men and the reality of women and the truth of living in imperfect skin. What was always said about food... ah, hunger is the best spice, or some such. As with hunger, lust.

I still enjoy women, I just hold no false hope of finding the perfect woman. I am merely saying she does not exist. The woman, should I find her, will be accepted, warts and all as they say. Just as she will have to come to simply appreciate what I am when no one else is looking. And that is fine. I suppose, like the fairy tales of princes and princesses, I think we as a people have been focusing on the wrong things, filled with false hopes, and being lead down a path that cannot lead to success. I want to burst that balloon. I want to chastise the hype. I want to see men and women go back to doing what men and women do, and quite successfully, at least if left alone to it. Bah!