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 Photo via Splash I am kind of crushing on Jimmy Kimmel after reading Sarah Silverman's quip that he loves her thigh fat, even though she doesn't. It reminds me of a bonding moment I had with my male best friend, who has repeatedly declared that he finds my upper arms to be absolutely beautiful. For years, I thought he was poking fun at my admitted insecurity regarding my grandma arms, because I couldn't understand how he could possibly find my bingo wings "charming." However, I now believe that he's telling the truth. And while I doubt I'll be wearing a sleeveless dress out to the clubs anytime soon, he has allowed me to be a little more kind to myself and I am buoyed by the idea that should my arms accidentally be exposed, it's not like they will be pelted by villagers wielding torches. What was the turning point in my head? Several years ago, during one of those "I love you man!" moments, he assured me that he honestly and most assuredly is earnest in his adoration for something that makes me so insecure. Then he said something so profound that it forever cemented his spot in my heart. "We only see what we hate about ourselves and what we love about others." And the fact that Jimmy Kimmel gets that? Totally earns him a Do Over for all of his asshattery over the years (Case in Point: The Man Show). Bravo, sir. Bravo! 8 CommentsLeave a comment |
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I can't tell if Jimmy Kimmel looks adorable here -- or if he's photobombing this picture of Sarah Silverman.
Sometimes, Elastic Waist, you make me a little crazy with these articles about skinny women who are learning to live with their imperfections. Does Conde Nast require you to slip in a "love yourself, but remember there's still something wrong with you" article in there once in a while? The way they occasionally have a 6' tall size 10 model in one of their magazines and describe how they hid her figure flaws?
Asking this in the most loving way possible, because I am a huge fan of the blog in general.
Your pal,
Jen
Jen, is there a weight limit below which you're not allowed to be worried about your body? because I've never noticed magazines laying off skinny women(or fat, or really anything-you can't have any imperfections, except then you're too perfect). I guess I just feel like "you think YOUR body is imperfect? wait til you see MINE!" is a losing game for everyone.
How magnanimous of him to say so...particularly when the woman in question barely has ANY thigh fat to start with...
Sorry, he gets no gold stars from me.
__, no, of course not, but I think that features like this are unhelpful at best. That JK should be applauded for loving SS's nonexistent thigh fat is something to admire... well, to me it just suggests that those of us with REAL thigh fat should be grateful for anyone who would put up with us.
Just wanted to point out something that struck me weird, and as I said, am a big fan of the blog and know that the wonderful writers are trying to make us feel less crazy, not more.
You know, if he goes out of his way to lavish adoration on something that bothers her about her body, that's a pretty cool thing to do, whether you think her concerns are valid or not. I don't think the point is that Jimmy Kimmel is awesome for being able to look at his girlfriend's thighs without protective eyewear, and no one's suggesting anyone should be grateful to be tolerated.
My husband is the first and only man to persuade me that he really and truly is turned on by my ass, which i've always regarded as my biggest physical flaw. And I love that he makes me feel sexy about it; but my being happy about it doesn't reflect on the comparable worth of anyone else's tuchus. It means that he knows my ample rear bothers me and he goes out of his way to make sure I know that HE loves it, even if I don't.
This obsession with conforming to the standards set by 60something white men running corporations, is depressing. There is so much we could all be doing to love ourselves yet so many resources are devoted to hating ourselves. Followed by congratulating ourselves when we find tiny ways to hate ourselves ever so slightly less. Yuck.
Jimmy Kimmel is still a pig. But he's just a small pig fronting for his paymasters, the real pigs.
Should men, whether boyfriends, husbands or corporate 'leaders' be the qualifiers of women's worth?
To ask the question is to answer it but the reality seems far different.
You guys are absolutely retarded and complexed. Shut the hell up! Go eat a twinky or something! I guarante it'll make you feel better now and not in the long run!
PS: I have a tip for you. Put the fXn fork down!!!