• • Past research has shown that individuals with comparable stunning looks are attracted to each other and once they hook up they report greater relationship satisfaction. These studies, however, are mainly based on new couples, showing that absolute beauty is important in the earliest stages of couple-hood, said lead researcher James McNulty of the University of Tennessee. But the role of physical attractiveness in well-established partnerships, such as marriage, is somewhat of a mystery. . . .
• • The new study — — published in the February issue of the Journal of Family Psychology — — reveals looks continue to matter beyond that initial attraction, though in a different way. . . .
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• • What is your opinion of this new research study?
• • Comments?
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i would like a man who is supportive ,he really does not have to be so fine.
I never liked pretty boys, so looks are not important to me. Especially now that I'm a baby boomer. I only require that they are taller than me, there is something about short men that does not appeal to me. But my main requirement of men would be honesty, sensitivity to others, to be self sufficient and cleanliness.
I married too young, to get away from my mother. My first husband, (a macho scoundrel), was kind of short, and not what you would call handsome. He did have nice eyes and was as funny as Robin Williams when he was in a good mood. And since he had bi-polar disorder, his good moods were not to be relied upon. Once I got out of that relationship, (not easy, many lawyers involved), I decided to never marry again.
But I did marry again, twenty three years ago. A tall, dark, handsome, reliable, successful loving man.
Growing up, much was made of my looks by my father and his family, even by complete strangers on the street, and my mother didn't like it. So she'd put me in my place. Consequently, after having each and every physical imperfection pointed out to me since toddlerhood, I didn't think of myself as a ravishing creature. I knew that mom was right, I was only fooling people into thinking that I was pretty. Once they really got a good look, they would surely realize that my ears were too big, my neck too short, my ankles too thick, my lips too thin, what a crooked nose I had, etcetera, etcetera, etcetera.
I think that's why I didn't judge people by their looks as much as some girls did. I felt like an ugly duckling. Man, what I would give to be able to go back in time and give that poor little girl a pep talk! To instill some confidence into her!
I recently read that there just aren't as many truly good-looking men as their are women. Studies show that men are way more into looks, so the researchers were led to believe that somehow nature provides more pretty women than men. And there's more competetion for the pretty men. Makes sense, doesn't it? In some twisted way?
• • Since I live in one of Manhattan's famously gay neighborhoods, each day the men I see are certified gorgeous. Think of a young Marlon Brando, a young Rock Hudson, a young Troy Donahue — — but with bigger muscles. Think of Richard Gere in "American Gigolo" — — but with more expensive shoes.
• • The men in my zipcode definitely place a great value on beauty and have the money to indulge it, sculpt it, perfect it, maintain it. They don't seem to age either.
• • I'm waiting for someone to write a novel: "The Stepford Husbands." For inspiration, the novelist can walk around my block and enjoy one Adonis after another.
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