“I’m not what you would call a handsom man. The good Lord chose not to bless me with…” – Paco from The Waterboy
I remember seeing that scene for the first time and thinking the opposite. Ron Howard’s brother, Clint, played the part of the “ugly” guy in that movie and scene, and I remember thinking that I just didn’t get it. He seemed like an ok looking guy to me. However, I also remember thinking that I suck at being able to tell if a dude is good looking or not. This thing really goes back way before that though.
Many years ago, when I was a teenager and even into my twenties, I couldn’t tell if a guy was good looking or not. And why would I? I mean who gives a crap? All dudes pretty much looked ugly to me, just in differing degrees, perhaps. When the world went crazy for NKOTB, I was like, why. All the chicks wanted those dudes, but they looked whack to me. Nice hair, guys. Back then, I’d see a blond guy with blue eyes and I’d say, hey, Allie (my wife), that guy’s gotta be good looking, right? “Gross,” she’d say.
Fast forward to today. It’s getting a bit better. Maybe it’s because I’m a bit more in tune with myself and my own standing in the world. Maybe it’s because my eye for details has gotten so much better. For example, I see the straight lines in face structures; I can see cratered skin, crooked noses, uneven eyes, sloping foreheads, bad teeth, funny chins etc… I see those things now, when before, possibly because of some mental block, I didn’t see any of it unless it was super obvious. Whatever the reason, I think I come a lot closer, but still (and proudly) I cannot tell.
Just the other day, I laughed that Channing Tatum was going to be a guest on the Ellen show. My wifeypants got all super excited that this ugly a$$ fool was coming on that day. Now, this dude makes pretty good movies, and he seems pretty cool. “Fighting” was an awesome movie. This guy is cool enough to be my friend, from what I can tell, but that says nothing about his looks. I never thought anything of it until he blew up and got every chick’s attention. I ain’t hatin’, and congrats to him and all that, and I guess I know he’s not an “ugly a$$ fool”, but I’m just saying, he doesn’t look like anything special to me.
Anyways, that’s what prompted me to write this piece to begin with. Oh, and I lol’d when he didn’t show up to Ellen in person, but telecommuted instead. Pretty funny! So I got to wondering how it was that women can always tell. They can tell if other women are hot as well as men. If things were fair, they’d be able to tell if men were hot but they’d be confused about other women, right? Not the case. Now wouldn’t that be so easy and nice? How many female problems would just vanish if they couldn’t tell if the other were hot or not? Jealousy? Poof! Be gone!
Fat chance. But, there was something else. Some dudes can tell if other dudes are hot. What’s with that? Maybe the ones who can tell are more in touch with themselves. Maybe those dudes are more on the sensitive side, which in all honesty I can’t see how, would make a difference. I think it’s a little more than that though. I haven’t done any research, and I doubt that I ever will, but I think it is simply people having an eye for these sorts of things. Like and art collector or anyone else that has a keen eye for the beauty in the flowers, the even sound of a well-pitched note, or even the beautifully combined words of thought provoking prose, maybe it has more to do with the eye of the beholder. Maybe only those, male or female, that have reached a certain level of enlightenment can discern real beauty, and beauty that is beyond skin deep? Does that mean that women are more enlightened than men? Maybe. You tell me.