You know, madam, I can't speak for all men, only this man.
When evaluating the looks, the appearance, even the sex appeal, of a woman, I stop to consider a whole long list of criteria (which means it usually takes me a long time to size her up).
Take, for example, the
Die alte Sau, as compared with a Russian
babushka.
Other than her hate-filled grimace and eyes, the dysmenopausal Kansas school teacher, is not unpleasant to the eyes. Sure, she's a little old, but she looks better than many her age.
And we all know of the short, squat, fat, carbuncled Russian
babushka.
Before these eyes, these two eyes, pass judgement upon the aesthetics of a woman, the brain evaluates several factors. Is this a woman who has borne infants? Is this a woman who has suffered much? Is this a woman who has encountered disappointment, discouragement, and futility? Is this a woman who has had a hard life, or an easy one?
And then the final, most important question: is this a woman who has borne her burdens well?
(Now you know why it takes franksolich a long time to decide whether or not a woman is beautiful.)
And so very quickly evaporates the fat, the wrinkles, the carbuncles, the years, and any other visual unpleasantries about her, of the
babushka, who in these eyes is suddenly a very beautiful woman indeed.
And then on the flip side of the coin, evaporates away all those things that make the dysmenopausal Kansas school teacher aesthetic, corroding her away into a festering gangrenous blob.
I realize not all men look at women that way, but that's the way it is with me.
