Thursday, February 19

Looks


I had a haircut this morning. And I have a confession to make. I love stranger hands mingling through my scalp and attacking it with sharp implements. The reason is becasue every male in my family line is or was as bald as bowling ball and me, at 40, still have a full set of shinny hair. Thus it´s a pleasure to sit on the hairstylist chair and get your scalp massaged and shampooed knowing that all your ancestors will be looking up on you while they wash their heads with wet towels and shoe polish.
Today I choose the tennis ball look, very short and spiky. Well, its not that I chose it, but the lady got a little exited with the scissors and kept trimming until my ears popped out like chrysanthemus. What the hell, it´ll grow back.
Grooming is a wonderful experience. It is a time for many a good things. First of all it is the time to check that everything is in place and functioning, second it is a time to improve the little imperfections by either cutting, hydrating, combing, waxing, axing and cremating etc.
A couple of years ago I wrote an essay on grooming and the conclusion was that humans should go back to the times when men showered one a year, wether they needed it or not and women grew wild cattle in their armpits. Because today the grooming thing has gone too far. Mr.Pierce Brosman and Mr. Clooney are making us, middle aged men, look like tukankamon, only less hydrated, and it is not fair to have such high standards. These men have personal image proffessionals looking after them day and night, while we can only undestand how bad we look when you see people leaving you lots of space in the metro. It is not fair.
No matter how many shampoos, creams, oils and powders we use no one will ever stop to stare on the streets, they might get away from you, but rarely give you the sexy look we expect. I´ll tell you what the ultimate sexy thing is -a full wallet.

8 comments:

Reka said...

Sad but true!! But I love you anyway!

Anonymous said...

Ay, if the ultimate sexy thing is a full wallet, Tutankhamun should be voted one of the sexiest men of all times, never mind the dehydrated look, after all the poor guy has been around some thousands of years!

I see where you are coming from when you say that money is the ultimate thing that makes someone - in the context of your essay, men - sexy, but, nope, I do not agree with that assessment at all. Of course having money is not bad, we all need it to get by and for our little luxuries, but money comes and goes. But, if that is what you really believe, make sure you never go broke!

I agree that the commercialisation of appearance (and the body) and the growth of associated industries, such as the cosmetic, anti-aging, etc., has led to a constant bombardment by images of seemingly perpetually young and/ or good-looking people and the illusion that this is the secret of their success and happiness, ergo, what we should all aspire to and that this is possible for us too, if only we buy this or that product or get some nip-tuck done. But, to go from one extreme to the other?
True, only certain facial features and/ or physical characteristics are considered attractive or sexy. But, even this has varied, for both men and women, not only across cultures but also across the ages (in history), though there is an increasing global tendency towards a homogenised ideal (just look at international beauty contests). It is not easy to escape negative comparison with all the svelte people, both men and women, in advertisements or in the glossies, one is made to feel somehow not ok if one doesn't look like the model on the billboard or fit into size zero clothes. Yes, it is not fair. But why let ourselves get sucked into this? Why compare yourself to men, whose profession requires them to look good always and who, as you yourself write, have professionals to help them maintain their image? Why not make yourself the standard?

People leaving you lots of space in the metro? Maybe you exude some "stay clear of me" vibes unintentionally, it probably has nothing to do with your appearance, maybe they feel intimidated/ afraid they might offend and so move away? Have you ever looked at it that way? Another thing, I can fully understand if you say that the woman you wish to impress finds you good-looking and sexy but why on earth would you want to be considered so by random people you pass in the metro or on the street?

Here's to your sexy tennis-ball look. Cheers.

Anonymous said...

Same anonymous as above:
I just wanted to clarify that the last sentence in my above comment was definitely not meant ironically, I am very sorry if it sounded so.

Danny Valls said...

Wow....Nice comment. Thanks I will look into it and get back to you.

Anonymous said...

ahh, beauty, beauty.....blessed those who know real beauty is, but for sure never comes from a full wallet. I´m sure what is make a man sexy and really atractive to a woman is the sense of protection and comitment he can gives. And here maybe is where some woman confuse the equation; full wallet equals security, responsable, etc.

Danny Valls said...

At least all the women I´ve met.

Ariadne said...

Oh god!!! I was refraining from commenting but I just can't help it. Being a woman myself I can tell you that is the coarsest stereotype ever!!! As far as I'm concerned wallets or protection don't come into the equation. If I have to over-simplify, for me a sexy man is one who is strong and gentle at te same time, and who is not afraid of the fact that I, too, am strong and gentle. Apart from hormonal and spiritual considerations that have nothing whatsoever to do with what passes for physical beauty!...
May I add that beauty and sexiness as usually understood also have their down side. Speaking from personal experience, there was a time when I was younger and trimmer, when I really took the trouble to look sexy; almost invariably the kind of guy I attracted was not what I was looking for. Sometimes I was downright molested... Inversely, now that most people on the street seem not to even notice me, I know for a fact that a lot of the people who actually know me find me attractive and wouldn't even think to ask themselves whether I'm physically beautiful or not. Call me strange, but I'm happier this way!

Danny Valls said...

And happiness is what its all about. I was only mocking a sterotype of person, and to make fun of it, I use an image of myself in it. Screw stereotypes.

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