This blog is officially one month old, so that makes it an official month that I’ve been talking a lot of sh*t about shoulders. You’ll note that my Oscars post about the magic of shoulders and the results of my extremely scientific and statistically significant poll (with a sample size of, ahem, 21) prove it – shoulders attract men!
Say what you want about boobs, bums and legs (and men like all of those things, obviously, but that wouldn’t make this blog terribly insightful, would it?); shoulders don’t take up the editorial real estate of their aforementioned cousins, but their power is by no means underappreciated. Men get a glimpse of a shoulder, especially just the one, and your work may well be done.
Style-wise, you can highlight your shoulder in several ways. A Jennifer Beals casual, ‘oh look my sweatshirt just fell off’ situation, an asymmetrical dress that bears one shoulder (this makes men go rogue) or anything strapless. You can’t really go wrong, so long as you’re remotely toned. Tanned all the better.
And the best part? I really believe that this is attention is positive. While men may initially see exposed shoulders as a gateway to a state of undress, shoulders have always signified strength. Symbolically, think Atlas; shoulders are the platform on which we carry the weight, be that physical or metaphorical. While I have previously speculated that men like a calm and easy partner, men like women who can handle stuff. They don’t want to walk through life with a weakling.
So it’s shoulders that in some way give them a glimpse of what’s to come… whether that’s for a night or the longer term.
That long view is a funny old thing. We women are notorious for our ability to fast forward the tapes. For example, we meet a guy, we have some banter about travel in Morocco, we like him. What he may not know is that we’ve already got him sunbathing naked on the enclosed roof of a riad in Marrakech, after our imaginary courtship of six blissful months. He may propose on this trip, for the record.
Well I like to think shoulders make men act, by whatever increment, the same. Maybe when they see them, they too, are fast forwarding. They might imagine kissing a shoulder and where that leads; they may consider what they could do to the breasts so nearby and what they look like naked.
On a rooftop… of a riad… in Morocco.