Perhaps it’s my preternaturally sunny disposition. Perhaps it is the fact that I’m married and approaching forty. Perhaps I just have pedestrian tastes, but lately I have taken exception to a silly trend. Namely, perfectly lovely young lasses are being besmirched, denigrated, disparaged, and generally bad-mouthed for their lack of abject perfection. And to that I say balderdash, gentlemen, balderdash.
I will readily concede that tastes do vary within an objective mean. And I will concede that being married and approaching forty does mean that I’m more inclined to gaze upon Ms. Upton’s rack city and ruminate upon the fecundity of Spring and the wonder of life in general. Take a quiet moment, gaze upon those munificent mammaries, accentuate the positive, contemplate life, and tell me you disagree.
Or, for example, take this Southern Belle.
Her hobbies are fishing, shooting, and motorboating. Make that being motorboated. Personality matters! And piercing blue eyes don’t hurt. Sure, we could engage in a fruitless discussion in which we reduce her to a 4.89743/10, but where is the fun in that? Nay, ’tis better to imagine a warm summer afternoon, a well-stocked cooler, and the jiggly glory of bikini skeet shooting.
You internet warriors, you “5/10 – would not bang” digital apex predators, just stop it. It’s okay to be attracted to girls. There are many lovely ones out there. Enjoy the view.