Google has launched Google Play (play.google.com), an alternative to the iTunes/iPod,Pad arrangement by Apple. It is a place to buy and hold movies, books and music, which can then be loaded into an Android device or a computer. No doubt the Chromebook tablets and Android tablets will cooperate nicely with Play. For today only (too late by the time this is posted but there will be other deals), there is an album of 20 pop songs available for 25 cents.
One of those songs is "Sexy and I Know It" by LMFAO. I listened to some of it, trying to become a little more aware of what is going on in popular music. Since the first two pieces I bought were Beethoven's Calm Sea and Prosperous Voyage and his overture to King Stephan, you can see I am not that into what's hot.
The song is sung by a male singer who is attractive to the opposite sex and is aware of that fact. When I think of the delights of being attractive, I am surprised that anyone of either sex would want to be sexy to any very great extent. Sure, being accepted by the person of your dreams, definitely important. Very important. But to be sought after too strongly by too many members of the others would be very unpleasant, it seems to me.
Some of my female friends have given me a glimpse of the amount of pleasure they get by being hooted at from a passing carload of guys and it ain't much. Since men generally make offers and propositions and women generally accept or reject them, the usual picture is of an attractive woman being noticed and sought after by men, who compete to the only partner accepted by the lady. However, if things get too hot, a frenzy might develop in which the males more or less ignore each other just to be close to that delightful woman.
Men often picture (vaguely!) being sought by many women. However, for either sex, demand can get uncomfortably hot, even lethal. The best picture I have ever seen of a woman sought by a mob of men is near the climax of the movie "Love Potion No. 9", written by the excellent Dale Launer. A little gold-digger has been rummaging in the scientist's medicine cabinet and squirts what seems to be breath freshener into her mouth. Yikes! It is Love Potion No. 9. The sexual equivalent of the Midas touch, it makes the squirted irresistible to all members of the Others if they heard that person speak. Goldy speaks in a church and all the men charge her. She flees down the street, yelling "Help!" all the way and steadily attracting even more pursuers.
Men are not immune. The scenes of the ritual dismembering by hand of the fleeing man by the women who know it is for the good of themselves and the village to pull him apart and tear off things in the book "The King Must Die" by Mary Renault are impressive.
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Bill
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