Hmmm.. the body beautiful. Yes, this guy is absolutely gorgeous, but is he really beautiful?
Do his rock-hard abs, pumped up arms and oh so sexy waist truly make him more desirable as a person? Does this picture make me want to get to know him more as a person?
No on both accounts. If anything it makes me wonder why he’s sitting like that on the bed with his shorts half off his ass.. and holding a rugby ball? That can’t be comfortable, right? Lol
Now, I wouldn’t turn him down if he asked me out, but why would he? This picture of a gorgeous muscular man isn’t reality for the vast majority of the guys out there. He isn’t someone you’d meet on the tube, standing in line at your local Tesco’s, or even beside you at the bar.
(oh wait, can he drink?.. wouldn’t that throw his carb intake off-balance 😉 )
This is the media’s idea of what a man should look like.. more specifically, what a gay man should look like.
And we’ve all fallen for it.
Some may say that’s just me being jealous because he’s got what looks like an 8-pack.. and I’m constantly pulling my t-shirts down to cover what looks like an overflowing keg.
And you know what? They’d probably be right.. partially.
Sure I totally wish I could look like him, but I know it’ll never happen. So why should I feel bad because I look more like Fred Flintstone? I shouldn’t, and neither should you.
Ok .. I’ll admit it .. guys like this do exist. I know because I see them jogging past me as I’m strolling along enjoying a cigarette. Or they’re dancing their asses off on the dance floor all night as I stand at the bar having another pint.
My point is, guys like this spend every waking moment of their lives working harder and harder to look like this.. and usually miss out on enjoying what life has to offer.
Or at least that’s the way it looks to me anyway. I could be wrong and be looking at it in too simplistic of a way… maybe having abs of steel makes living life so much easier somehow.. or makes sex much more enjoyable.
Oh wait.. it doesn’t? Then what’s the fucking point!? lol
Now before all you body-fascists start screaming down the internet at me (is that even possible?), let me clarify a few things:
- Yes, I do need to stop smoking – it’s a filthy habit, but it just sucks that I enjoy it oohh so much.
- Yes, I eat too much – what can I say, I love food! But I know I do need to make healthier eating choices, and I do try wherever possible.
- And yes, I do need to get more exercise – I’m a lazy git who’d rather sit at a computer and bitch about hot, sexy, fit guys than go to the gym. But I definitely need to start doing something.. there’s a reason my back hurts more and more, and it’s not because I pulled it doing some amazingly acrobatic move in bed with your boyfriend last night. 😉
I think as a whole we should all take better care of ourselves, but in no way, shape or form should we be depriving ourselves of enjoying what life has to offer. We just should be more circumspect when we give ourselves a treat.
But anyway, what do I know.. you enjoy running another lap around London.
I’ll be here waiting, watching a movie and enjoying some Ben & Jerry’s. 😉