Fair's fair

Transferred from myspace. Originally posted June 9, 2007

Yesterday my sinuses were causing me all sorts of trouble, so I did what any other red blooded American would do: I vegged on the sofa, moaned and channel surfed. Well really, what else is there to do when you feel like your skull is 2 sizes too large for your skin? While flipping through the 525 channels of absolutely nothing, I had a sneezing fit (so not sexy) and had stopped on the Maury Povich Show. Ah, how the mighty have fallen. The show was about men who wanted their wives to be made over into sexy vixens. Well, damn, I had to watch that! I sat through an entire hour of man after man bitching and moaning about how his wife had let herself go and blah, blah, blah. Now I have to admit, this is a big pet peeve of mine. Why is it that women think after they're married or in a long term relationship that it's okay to stop taking care of themselves? Seriously, brush your damn hair and get out of the sweats! My problem with the show was that every man on there wanted his wife to look like Angelina Jolie, but guess what? None of them looked like Brad Pitt. This is where the show made me mad. Men, even older men expect women to look like the skinny girls in the magazine (even though we all know they're airbrushed and electronically enhanced), but it's perfectly fine for them to get the beer belly, a permanant 8 o'clock shadow (5 o'clock shadow can be sexy, but 8 o'clock-not so much), and think that belching and farting is funny.
The average American woman is currently a size 12-14, which is far larger than the models that grace the cover of Maxim. Men don't want the average woman though, they want the Maxim girl. The average American male, by the way is 5'9 and weighs in at 180 pounds. That's hardly svelt boys.
I have nothing against someone wanting their partner to look good, but fair's fair. If men want women to look like Angelina Jolie or Jessica Alba, then they need to hit the gym and come home looking like Brad Pitt or George Cloony.