I hate it when George Clooney is nominated for an award, like he is this year, because that means every time you look at a magazine cover at the checkout, or open the entertainment pages you see his ridiculously handsome mug staring back at you.
Yep, George is a good-looking dude with the kind of facial bearing reminiscent of the handsome actors of yore in their glory-days, like Clark Gable, Gary Cooper, and Cary Grant. What we used to call “collar-ad” looks.
I mean, he’s a good enough actor and I quite like watching him in some decent films that he’s done, but he’s just too bloody handsome and is thusly, like his compadre Brad Pitt, constant camera-fodder.
I don’t mean to suggest I feel cheated or threatened in this Clooney-esque situation. I’m a decent enough looking fellow and have received my share of compliments on my appearance through the years – and thank you to all the utterers – but I don’t think just by walking along a street I’ve every caused a passing female to feel a pressing need to change her undies when she got home, if you get my drift. I bet George has that happen a lot.
Do really good-looking people know they’re really good looking? Well, unless they’re oblivious to the external world and its dynamic – of course they do, and they’re lying if they attest otherwise.
I once did a newspaper feature on a young local woman who was an aspiring model. She was drop-dead stunning of face and body and was about 5-foot-11, which also enchanted one. During the interview I asked her if, when she looked in the mirror in the morning, if she thought: “Damn, I’m good-looking.”? She replied that yes, she did know she was a babe and that she wouldn’t have the confidence to be treading the path she was embarking on if she didn’t believe that.
As an aside I might mention that she didn’t succeed in her aspirations because she was told she had an appearance flaw – her ass was too protuberant. Now, for me, that merely added to her charm, but for the weasels that dominate the high-fashion world it was a ‘flaw’. A great, truly great ass is a flaw? Means to the weasels that garments won’t hang right. Oh yeah, it means to me that they’ll hang interestingly. What a disgusting attitude. Anyway, she ultimately succeeded in the hospitality industry instead.
Otherwise, I just have to accept the fact that we weren’t all created equal in physiognomy and just get on with my life as a non-George.
Oh, and his aunt, Rosemary, was quite a wonderful singer, too.