When people talk in front of me about how women are always bitching and moaning on how “objectified” they are even though they’re the ones out there choosing to work in strip clubs or whatever (I am near and dear to several who misunderstand the entire feminist movement and are desperately defensive, more or less to the point of anti-feminism) I always came back with “HEY. If you want to build a Deja Vu down the road, I’m ALL for that, just do me a favor and put a Chippendales next door! Why on earth is it so easy for you menfolk to turn your heads and see boobs on every billboard, magazine, or movie, when I have to rent XXX films just to see some PENIS every once in a while?!”

Now I can’t even say that… they’ll start putting penises on billboards. XD

Hell, I’m straight and I’ll admit there are some women out there that I’d be willing to… um… shall we say “experiment” with? ;)

Far be it for me to tell someone not to play with their hair and makeup if they want, of any gender, but I did think “You know, when I talk about the double standards of beauty for men and women, I didn’t really mean we should all go over to the unreasonable side of things”

Anyways… Poor Clive Owen :( I’ll kiss him and make it better :D

So why in the name of God does (un re-touched) Clive Owen make me go weak in the knees? Why?

What I’m particularly baffled about is why they would hire craggy, rough Clive Owen to represent a skin care line in the first place, as opposed to a Jonathan Rhys Myers type. Maybe they’re trying to show how well it worked or something, but it’s not like Clive Owen is walking around looking like melty waxed version of himself.