With few exceptions these guys don't come close to the hyper-masculinity that is considered the standard of male beauty today (and I'm not necessarily referring to gay porn). Even in the 1970s the male physique wasn't all muscle and hair. What happened?
That's a very interesting question, Frank. I can think of some possible and partial answers - but this night owl is en route to bed here, and not up for philosophical inquiry at this time.
As a matter of history, though, you have made me realize that the male form has been glamorized in our lifetime, in a way that only the female form was in previous eras, with few exceptions. Hmm.
What I can say is that from about age 14 on up, I was acutely aware that my scrawny physique was a shameful thing, compared to what I'd seen in P. E. locker rooms. Now though, it seems to me that I would have fit into most of those old photographs.
But maybe that lack of confidence kept me out of trouble! Who knows . . . .
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With few exceptions these guys don't come close to the hyper-masculinity that is considered the standard of male beauty today (and I'm not necessarily referring to gay porn). Even in the 1970s the male physique wasn't all muscle and hair. What happened?
That's a very interesting question, Frank. I can think of some possible and partial answers - but this night owl is en route to bed here, and not up for philosophical inquiry at this time.
As a matter of history, though, you have made me realize that the male form has been glamorized in our lifetime, in a way that only the female form was in previous eras, with few exceptions. Hmm.
What I can say is that from about age 14 on up, I was acutely aware that my scrawny physique was a shameful thing, compared to what I'd seen in P. E. locker rooms. Now though, it seems to me that I would have fit into most of those old photographs.
But maybe that lack of confidence kept me out of trouble! Who knows . . . .
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Comments are welcome, but please note: this is not a public forum but my personal blog, which nobody is forced to read. You don't like what I write, go find a blog you do like; there are millions of others to choose from. Or write your own.
Polite disagreement is one thing, but rudeness will be deleted without hesitation.