Men and irony, irony and men

I felt like posting this under a different heading…

First, men and irony:

• Is it just me, or are many men incapable of understanding a woman’s sense of irony?
• Or knowing when she is using it, for that matter?

Maybe it’s just me. I did, after all, almost convince one of my (very talented) entraineurs de biathlon that I was a spy sent from a “rivalling” club to gather vital information on “how to produce Norwegian Champions”, and all because I didn’t laugh when I told the tale. But I really didn’t think that laughing was a requirement for joking.

There are, of course, many exceptions here, which explains why this part of the post is more my uttering some pent-up frustration (not of the sexual kind), more a conjecture-jest than any serious hypothesis.

Irony and men:

Men I like for their looks (and, I suppose, their personality), include Christian Coulson (at least at most times), Toby Stephens (when dark-haired; not much into gingers), and a younger Jason Isaacs (preferably with long hair). They look like this: (Notice Jason Isaacs’s dashing baddie Luscious Lucius hairstyle; picture of Mr Coulson is a bit disproportionate.)

Apart from dear Lucius – who is obviously blond – all of the above are dark-haired. Jason Isaacs (who portrays Lucius, for those dimwits who either didn’t know or didn’t guess), too, is dark-haired. So we’ve evidently got a tendency towards fancying dark-haired, tall (I know neither of them are very tall in reality, but they look tall on-screen), lean, blue/grey-eyed men. Why, then, is this predisposition not more prominent in “real life”? It’s almost ironic, isn’t it? That on the one hand I’m so persistent, but on the other… Ironic.

Au revoir.

~ by approximatelyprolix on April 17, 2008.