So I was already about to start a new thread, but luckily I happened to remember this one!
Well, after reading all the great posts here expressing my thoughts almost verbatim there's really not a lot left to say or ask for me. But I think it can't hurt to bump this thread anyway, eye candy galore, so:
I stumbled upon an older
interview with Alice Cooper:
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His wife Sheryl, a former ballerina, used to dance on his shows. Though there was a rocky period caused by Alice’s much-publicised alcoholism in 1983, the couple reconciled and have three grown-up children.
But Alice still likes to remind his wife of what he gave up to be with her . . . a relationship with Raquel Welch. ‘It was a time in LA when every rock star had a movie star girlfriend,’ he says. I met Raquel and somehow she got attracted to this raggedy guy.
‘Then I met Sheryl, and I was chemically, physically, mentally in love with her. Sheryl’s this little tugboat and Raquel is this battleship and the battleship could not understand why I’d picked the tugboat.
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‘That made her crazy and the more I ignored her, the crazier she got, so it got to be a comedy.
‘Raquel and I were going out for no more than five or six months and I just couldn’t see her any more. So, of course, any time my wife and I have fights, I bring up leaving Raquel Welch for her and she goes: “It’s the smartest thing you ever did in your life”. And I have to agree with her.’ Sheryl didn’t just save him from Raquel, she saved his life, dragging him to rehab.
Nice red pill anecdote, but of course I wanted to know who this Raquel Welch was and why leaving her was such a herculean feat.
Let me tell you, five minutes of your lifetime spent doing a google image search for her is time well spent:
I agree with the brave GI on the right!
What a woman.
Lookswise, that's at least a 9 to me, and I'm not even into white girls that much.
Here's a gallery of her through the years. Of course she got surgery, but still, compared to most other women, she didn't hit the wall, she gently rubbed herself against it.
By the way, here's the woman Cooper married:
Cute, but nothing special.
Looking back it seems like the absolutely right decision for him though.
If I would ever have to make a similar choice, I can only pray for god to give me the same iron will and rationality Cooper demonstrated back then.
Anyway, the pictures of Welch got me thinking. How come there are no women like her amongst the famous actresses, pop culture icons and models of today anymore?
Almost physically perfect specimens of the female human.
Back then you had Welch, the cast of Russ Meyer's movies, Sophia Loren, Ursula Andress, Anita Ekberg, Jane Fonda, Ann-Margret, and countless others.
Today's actresses pale in comparison, they are kind of hot at best, not absolute bombshells. Is it because the women with a genetic predisposition for divine bodies like that are today covered by a solid layer of fat, their irresistible feminine aura threatened by extinction?
Take for example Kim Kardashian. Besides my suspicion that most of her body is not exactly "natural" anymore, looking at her makes me think "what a whore". Would bang, and that's it.
Her and her ilk could easily be replaced by an advanced android, nobody would notice the difference.
But those legendary sex symbols from the 50s, 60s, 70s often lead to my brain completely shutting down and the only thought that's left is "must...impregnate".
I could look at pictures of them for hours without getting bored. With my hands on the table, I might add.
The last contemporary actress I can think of who fried my brain like that was Monica Bellucci, and that's it.
What happened? Why the lack of hourglass figures, class, femininity, light-heartedness?
I'm sure this type of woman is still around, why are they not icons anymore?
In my opinion, their beauty and popularity was not due to some type of cultural preference that might have changed over time; no, they appealed to a primal, archaic part of the male brain, and I doubt 60 years of evolution fundamentally changed our cave man programming.
I'll end my pointless rant with some pictures of Sophia Loren in her prime: