My (bisexual) male friend had been narrating to me the story of how their district’s congressman fell head over heels for a married woman and subsequently used his power to have her all to himself. In philippine politics, that’s just heinously appalling. My reaction: “He must be crazy.”
My friend’s reply: “But then, she was really pretty.”
I was like, “Huh?” Pause. “Oh yeah, right.” (secretly rolling my eyes)
I don’t know. But wasn’t that justification more than a bit shallow?
In all candidness, some guys unconsciously utter something exasperatingly superficial their fairygodmothers would no doubt flick a finger against their comatose heads. And it’d sound like “Toink!”
Another time, I was talking to my (straight) male business pal about my shock in learning a customer committed suicide because of heartbreak. “Why would he kill himself over a girl?” I blurted out.
To which my pal responded, “The girl was really pretty, you know.”
Toink! Toink! Toink!
C’mon… I mean, can’t they think of a more sensible ground to account for men’s actions other than their single-minded absorption to women’s physical attributes?
OTOH, if those guys had done what they did and the ladies looked like Hilda the Beast, it would’ve been more perplexing. I guess I get it.
Still, what if some male colleague asked me, “She’s a blackbelter. How could she have gotten herself raped by him?” – and my answer would be, “Easy. The rapist was one hot-looking dude.” ??
Alright, scrraaap that. Makes no sense. Duh! 🙂
*No selfie of me available yet. Don’t worry, I look exactly like them. ^^ just kidding…