I Still Heart Kate and Rubbing Butts

Give me a looke, give me a face,
That makes simplicitie a grace;
Robes loosely flowing, haire as free:
Such sweet neglect more taketh me,
Then all th'adulteries of art.
They strike mine eyes, but not my heart.
- Ben Johnson

I think old Mr. Johnson hit on something with this. The AMEX ads that came out a bit ago with one of my true loves, Kate Winslet, reignited my full on crush for her. Not because of her movie roles. Not because she is a starlet. Not because she's rich or gorgeous. In fact, I think this ad does just the opposite. It shows her as a real person. It shows her as ... well, almost flawed.

Now, I don't mean to say that Kate isn't absolutely amazing. But look at this ad. We actually see Kate as a normal person and as a normal person we're all flawed. She's gnawing her finger like there is some sort of antedote in it. Her desk is cluttered, her hair is a bit disheveled. Hell, feet can be pretty gross but Kate has the bottom of her foot in the ad!!!

Ben is right. It's not perfection that makes someone necessarily attractive. Sometimes it's those little imperfections that make someone so much more attractive. I've found these traits so endearing in some of my past ex-g/fs. For example:


Girl A: She couldn't stand styrofoam. In so many other aspects of her life, she completely dominated the field and yet the sound or touch of styrofoam made her cringe like the German chancellor at the Anti-Christ's touch.

Girl B: She was nearly quite literally a rocket scientist, could never get a screen projector to work in her classroom which simply required the pressing of a button.

Girl C: She would almost always insist I massage her butt a bit before she fell asleep. It wasn't a sexual thing (although I would try and fail miserably far too many times), but for whatever reason it relaxed her enough to fall asleep.

This didn't make them weird or stupid, it was endearing. It made someone more human, more vulnerable, more attainable. Maybe it was my fragile male ego that made me feel good that someone I found so amazing wasn't as perfect as I imagined.

I think that is the point of how many people get together. Somehow, we can look past someone's own perceived flaws or deficiencies and instead find an endearing quality in them. Whether that be someone's physical traits or a character quirk, imperfection is endearing.