Bodacious is back in style and I for one could not be happier! At least, in the men's magazines, which is what we really want to know anyway. We already know what catty bitches think. Women "are like a box of chocolates;" some are called sexy, elegant, cute, pretty, and the ever cheesy HOT. Bodacious babes a la Jessica Rabbit possess a certain je ne sais quoi; a quality that separates the boys from the men. It's not just the beauty or the bangin' body, although those will certainly knock you on your ass. It's the look in her eye, the way she sways through a room, the way she could care less that every man notices her as she sways through the room, the way she withholds, the feeling that she could devour you at any moment...but she's not and if you ever left her she would feel real and deep pain but never be alone. It's a power developed from a young age; a gift from men themselves. Women who have never had to question their attractiveness to men approach the whole game differently-they have no fear. There is much to be learned from these vixens. Read below for some tips from my favorites: Christina Hendricks and Padma Lakshmi.
About ogling: The men who look, they really look. It doesn't insult us. It doesn't faze us, really. It's just — well, it's a little infantile. Which is ironic, isn't it? The men who constantly stare at our breasts are never the men we're attracted to.
The sexiest thing is to know you.
We remember forever what you say about the bodies of other women. When you mention in passing that a certain woman is attractive — could be someone in the office, a woman on the street, a celebrity, any woman in the world, really — your comment goes into a steel box and it stays there forever. We will file the comment under "Women He Finds Attractive." It's not about whether or not we approve of the comment. It's about learning what you think is sexy and how we might be able to convey it. It's about keeping our man by knowing what he likes.
We also remember everything you say about our bodies, be it good or bad. Doesn't matter if it's a compliment. Could be just a comment. Those things you say are stored away in the steel box, and we remember these things verbatim. We remember what you were wearing and the street corner you were standing on when you said it.
The best thing you can do for someone is make them a beautiful plate of food. How else can you invade someone's body without actually touching them?
Sex is an act. Love is a way of being. Both are very enjoyable to engage in. Both can be in short supply sometimes.
I'm not of the American ilk that, you know, your lover needs to be your best friend and know you inside out. I think he should know you well enough to please you. Otherwise, what secret will there be to tell him when you're ninety?
The parting? I think you always learn a lot when you leave an important stage in your life. With every kind of growth, there's a lot of pain.
You can't spar and say, "Not the face."
Beauty is something that commands your eye to look at it.
I never worked as a model in Japan. Girls went to Japan and they came back with suitcases full of money. But I never got invited because I know what they like. They like blond girls, they like flat-chested girls, and they don't like dark girls. On the other hand, I could mint money in Italy in the 90's. Both had to do with local preferences.
My grandparents had an arranged marriage. I don't think I ever heard them say, "I love you" to each other. And I don't think I ever had greater evidence of it.
