I’m about to confess to something really despicable. I stand ready to be castigated.
I never criticize someone for their appearance. Or at least I try not to. I live in a glass house and I can’t afford to throw stones. I don’t ridicule anyone for how they look or their ethnicity or how they speak. It’s not important.
But I have a thing about ears.
I never knew that I had a thing about ears until recently.
I started watching the Australian program A Place to Call Home again. The hero has elf ears. I can’t get over his ears. I can’t see him as a romantic hero because of his ears. I have to buy into the idea of the hero as a romantic fantasy in order to enjoy the romance of the show and I just can’t.
Here’s a picture from a recent email:
That’s the hero in the background. Whenever he’s on stage I fixate on his ears. That’s never happened to me before and I’m a little annoyed by it. I can’t even concentrate on what he’s saying. It’s all ears, all the time.
Here’s another picture: (He’s not a bad looking guy, but the ears!)
I don’t have a problem with any other body part. I don’t think. I’ve never noticed noses, for example. Or chins. But ears? They seem to be a newish manifestation of my shallowness.
Oh, and here’s another picture of the actor, Brett Climo. I think he used gum in this picture. I wish he’d used gum in the series.
How about you? Is there something that always throws you off a romantic hero?