Thursday, August 12, 2010


I'm sure he's healthier and happier and whatever, but doesn't Drew just look WEIRD?

This is a little something I wrote back when that David-Letterman-and-the-Intern story was the big news.  There's a specific reference to Drew that I thought was worth sharing, in light of Drew's new look.

The recent David Letterman drama sparked a conversation between me and a friend of mine. I told her I'd TOTALLY do Dave. Without hesitation. I'd have done him twenty years ago, and I'd do him today.

She was horrified. He has that goofy tooth-gap, she said. And he's balding and he wears white socks with his suits! Not to mention he's a pervy old man who sexually harrasses his staff.

Um, so? Hell, I kinda like being sexually harrassed, personally.

So we started talking about Who's Hot and Who's Not. Predicatably, she went for the Clooney/ Pitt genre of beauty. And yes, I agree that those men are beautiful in a traditional sense. But it came out in the conversation that many of my favorite celebrity crushes do not fit the typical "Hollywood Beauty" mold.

They're in a category I call Unconventionally Beautiful. Tommy Lee Jones with his tenderhearted-badass, rugged leathery sexiness is an example. So is John Krasinsky with his sexy moppy hair and big nose. And Ricky Gervais with his wonky teeth. And Jeff Goldblum's lanky awkwardness. And Queen Latifah's lovely curves. And Ben Folds... sigh... Ben Folds is a genius.

And Drew Carey. If Drew lost a bunch of weight and suddenly had 6-pack abs, he wouldn't be the same to me. I know he'd still have his unique sense of humor and he'd be the same person on the inside, but his physical presence would be different, and I don't think I would like it.

It's not that I prefer bigger dudes exclusively. Vince Vaughn's kinda the opposite. He was lanky and sexy in Swingers, but now that he's a lot more famous, he's pasty and bloated. Jon Favreau's kinda hot in his own way, too. I bet he's got a wicked kinky side.  And wouldn't Penn Jillette be a crazy dream date? I'm just sayin.

Listen, I've heard the "you're beautiful INSIDE" speech many times myself. I realize that my beauty lies beneath the surface, under a layer of stretchmarks and cellulite and a C-section scar, which I tell people is the scar I got when someone tried to steal my kidney in Mexico. I've endured many thick-chick compliments (e.g. "you have such a pretty face") from people who love me and presumably mean well. And I'm not even that fat - I'm 5'6", 180ish. I'm overweight, sure, but they make clothes in my size. What's the problem?

I've never been The Pretty One among my group of friends. I'm The Fun One. I'm the one that my friends set up on blind dates marketing me as the girl with the (gasp) Great Personality. And by the way, when did "She has a great personality" become the kiss of death? Most guys hear that and think Oh, great, she's probably a troll.  I'm not a troll, I just happen to be an average-looking girl with an absolutely sparkling personality. I kinda like being known as The Fun One. Would you rather I had a face like (fill in the name of the most beautiful woman you can think of) and the personality of a noodle?

I'm not insinuating that beautiful people are stupid and shallow. I wouldn't know. We're really not running in the same circles. It's not like I'm on the treadmill next to them at the gym. This is exactly my point. I don't feel like I have a whole lot in common with the fitness-obsessed hardbodies. They're working out while I'm watching Survivor in my pajamas. They're doing crunches while I'm eating Pumpkin Pie Concretes with my friends at Ted Drewes. They're training for a Triathalon; my idea of a Triathalon is eating a greasy cheeseburger, drinking a beer, and throwing a few rounds of darts. Suffice it to say we have different priorites.  What would we talk about? 

To clarify, I'm not talking about those who go to the gym to work out because they want to be healthy. I could be on board with that. I might work out if I had a free gym membership, a cool friend to go with, and cute outfits. I'm talking about the people who go above and beyond what is healthy and cross the line into obsession: people who spend so much time in the gym they don't have time for anything else. Those people are motivated by something other than their own health. Clearly, they have a beauty standard in their head that they want to achieve and maintain, and if they have set that standard for themselves, then why wouldn't we expect them to apply it to everyone else?

I realize I'm not necessarily what everyone considers beautiful. I'm not a Barbie doll. Don't even get me started on my Barbie rant about our society's impossible standard of beauty and how it's marketed to children and the subsequent pressure it places on girls to be perfect. Ugh, that pisses me off sooo muthahfuggin bad.

Anyway, I started writing this not because I wanted to "warn" people that I'm not skinny or to send some Yeah, I know I'm fat and if you don't like it, then fuck you, you shallow douchebag message of false confidence. I am who I am, you are who you are, we like what we like.  I wanted to talk about what attracts me to another person.

Most of my crushes are people who make me laugh. None of them are illiterate jackasses. They come across as reasonably intelligent when interviewed and don't use non-words like Supposably, Irregardless or Unequivicably. They know the difference between you're/your and to/too (not "To bad your not topless!"). What makes them interesting to me is how well they do what they're passionate about, whether it's acting, or comedy, or music, or whatever. I love what they contribute to the world, and, by extention, to my life.

Don't get me wrong, I love the outwardly beautiful men and women too. I love Johnny Depp's dark sexiness and Drew Barrymore's innocent-yet-sultry charm. I even kinda love those ripped-abs Calvin Klein underwear model guys. Or, I guess it's more accurate to say that I appreciate them aesthetically. They'd make a pretty poster on my wall.  

But I'll take Unconventional Beauty over Hollywood Beauty any day of the week.

Pass me a donut, will ya, Dave?


Trillian42 said...

Two words: Eddie. Izzard. Dude is WICKED smart, absolutely hilarious, and unbelievably sexy, despite being not particularly handsome in a traditional sense.

And I completely, utterly agree on John Krasinsky. A. Dor. A. Ble.

Poops said...

I like to think that God gifted me with creative talents, a wicked sense of humor and a razor-sharp tongue to compensate for my ridiculously fat ass.

String said...

I love this, I don't know what to say other than that. I think everyone should strive for the body that is healthy, not the body that is thin.

I was very sick and it made me even thinner than my usual slim self, I got so many compliments and people would express jealousy and all I could think was that if they knew they would be horrified. To have to struggle to put on weight when society tells you not to bother was mentally screweing me up.

to me, a healthy woman has curves, she has fat pads where fat is supposed to be, after all something has to protect your innards. I'd rather be a size 12 or more than the size i am, truly.

Katie said...

Amen, Sistah! I love being a woman with curves. I'm never going to be my next door neighbor, who runs every morning after her kids go to school, and maybe wears a size 2. But after giving birth, breastfeeding, and nurturing 3 (soon 4) children, I love my curves and stretch marks.

My 3-year-old daughter sees me as I step out of the shower and now comments, "Mom, your butt is HUGE! It's SO big, Mom. Wow!" And you know what? She means it as a compliment. She realizes that part of being a grown woman is having curves. And she actually wants that someday. I want her to be healthy as an adult, but I want her to love whatever body she ends up with, too.

Kashmir Knitter said...

I have the hots for Anthony Bourdain, Bruce Campbell (Brisco County Jr. Bruce, or Sam Axe Bruce, or both. Yes both, best idea ever!), and John Cleese. I like my guys old and funny.

Batty said...

It's personal preference, as much as anything else. Brad Pitt, Orlando Bloom, and Leonardo diCaprio have never done it for me either. Has nothing to do with being the pretty one -- and everything to do with the fact that a man has to have more of a testosterone-y look to him to appeal. Not sure why, but there it is.