Sydney Sweeney, Naked Women, And Feminist Hysteria Over Nothing - Women Want To Show It, Men Want To See It

Barbery Bennett was a plain woman, nothing to write home about, homely but not ugly, not a prize but not cold meat.  Her mother, Elise, had been a beauty back in the day, sought after, photographed and admired.  She was also an intelligent woman with talent, but these qualities were only fair and would never get her the publicity and recognition her looks would. 

She appreciated men's admiring looks.  After all what was beauty if not recognized?  Moreover, she had a special, hard to find quality - sex appeal.  While never appearing in salacious or provocative photos, her indefinable but irresistible sex appeal was evident and alluring.   It was the difference between Marilyn Monroe and Ava Gardner or Mary Astor, beautiful women but without that inimitable, natural, innate sexual appeal that Marilyn expressed the minute she stepped before the camera. 

She dressed accordingly, and even within the severe fashions of the Forties, she was able to project a desirability that no well-tailored, trim, and elegant suit could hide. 

They might have been corseted by the conservatism of the times - the price of a woman hard to get was higher than that of one who gave up her treasure too easily. Femininity was a delicate balance of saint and whore, available but demanding, inner vs outer beauty, canniness and opportunism vs soft and pliant.  Men had none of these conundrums.  They wanted only one thing and rutted their way through life without a second thought. 

The standards of feminine beauty have not changed in millennia.  The ancient Greek and Roman statues of women portray the same symmetry, perfect alignment, and alluring features of beautiful women today.  Beauty is not in the eye of the beholder but a universal, perennial, unchanged standard. 

 Sexual allure, that special, evolutionary advantageous quality which adds value to standard beauty, is what all women understand and want. Women have always wished they could have what Elise Bennett had, and tried their best to look sexy, alluring, and available, but failed. It is a gift, a given, a genetic prize. 

It is interesting to note that the covers of both women's and men's magazines are the same and feature beautiful, young, sexually alluring women.  Female readers want to look like the models on the cover of Elle and Cosmopolitan and men reading GQ and Men's Health want to have them in their beds. 

Why is this so surprising? A beautiful woman has always meant more than just superficial, idle, sexual interest.  Underlying beauty, that symmetry, perfection and classical order indicates health, wealth, and well-being.  Evolutionary survival demands the perpetuation of these qualitiees.

Since most women are not beautiful, sayings like ‘Beauty Is As Beauty Does’ or ‘Beauty Is Only Skin Deep’ reflect a cultural compromise.  It is within that one should look for beauty; for the intelligence, compassion, consideration, talent, warmth, humor, and energy that are far more important than superficial looks. These qualities do not level the playing field, but they help adjust it.  

Sydney Sweeney is a model and actress, a woman with the sexual allure that Barbery and all women wish they had. She is controversial because, in an age of feminism where overt female sexuality - i.e. overtly, publicly, shamelessly appealing to men and their particularly aggressive sexual desire - is condemned, considered retrograde, demeaning, and socially destructive, she refuses to buckle.  Women are sexual objects, always have been and always will be; so why hide one's sexual appeal under a bushel?

The women who are most critical if not hysterical about Sweeney's new ad for sports gambling where she appears naked and in sexually provocative poses, are members of the progressive Left who have insisted that beauty is bourgeois, anti-revolutionary, and is as destructive to the progressive agenda as Biblical fundamentalism.  These progressive feminists are proud of their obesity, their homeliness, their profoundly unappealing looks because such traits express their political philosophy - only the internal woman, the intelligent, willful, creative, strong woman matters, and the rest should be spayed. 

And so it was that Barbery Bennett had a tough uphill climb.  She started off at the back of the pack and could never make up ground. Men never gave her a second look, and despite half her paycheck on cosmetics, the right clothes, facials, hair styling, and the most expensive clothes, jewelry, and perfume, she was still ignored.  She was missing the genes that gave her mother incomparable sexual appeal. 

She could not help but be affected by the progressive cant of progressive women, deterred from her desire to make herself into the sexually appealing, attractive, and desirable woman her mother had been; but she dismissed their claims.  Whether because of her mother, her father's political conservatism, or her susceptibility to popular not political culture, she never budged from her trajectory. 

Diana Vreeland, the doyenne of American haute couture told of growing up, an ugly girl sister to a classic beauty, a double edged sword.  She wanted to be like her sister but knew that she never could or would be.  As a result she decided to make women like herself, dealt a a particularly bad hand, winners.  Dressing th physical features would be ignored. 

 

Vogue and Harper's Bazaar were never more successful publications, and American fashion was raised to the quality and stature of Paris and Rome.  This was all well and good, but it did nothing to increase the sex appeal of ordinary women - that could never be taught or designed. 

Barbery eventually gave in and led the life of a very pleasant, reasonably intelligent, conversational woman. In her retirement, she was particularly amused by the flapdoodle over Sydney Sweeney.  These brutally unattractive women were howling and barking up the wrong tree.  Sweeney opened the doors to reality after so many generations of trying to keep them closed, and Barbery was delighted that Sweeney and her supporters never gave in.  Not one demurral, explanation of apology.  They had taken off their clothes, invited everyone to look, and smiled.