The essence of attraction

Compare Jack to Brigitte Bardot who has bravely scorned the cosmetic scalpel and grown into her crow’s feet and jowls. Except in France, where do you see her featured? Once upon a time, the world couldn’t get enough of her. People tire very easily of beautiful women and toss them aside once they mature and get smart. Men, on the other hand, don’t even have to start off beautiful. Nor do they have to declare war on cellulite and spend a fortune on anti-wrinkle creams. They enter the world with flat feet, acne, skinny legs and a large forehead, and no one cares. Someone, somewhere out there will fall in love with them, or make them famous. Their imperfections will be their charm. Mick Jagger has more lines than Willesden Junction, Sean Connery only has hair round his chin and it’s gray, and Al Pacino looks like someone else’s grandfather. Even Marlon Brando is still pulling and he has tripled in size since his days as one of the sexiest men on the ’50s screen. Even then he had a nose that looked like a squashed pumpkin, but that didn’t put women off. Could Elizabeth Taylor have become so famous if her nose had looked like Marlon’s? No way.