My favourite boy, Jamie Oliver, has a new cookbook out - a good reason to buy the book for myself this X'mas (to add to all his other cookbooks I have. I'm always drooling over all his pictures... and recipes).G once asked (me) what my ideal man would look like? Knowing G, he's probably asking for the visual specifics, but I chose to give the operative word 'look' a wider interpretation. I won't deny that looks are important, and I do believe that beauty is in the eyes of the beholder. Yes, representations in the media and other factors of socialization play a great role in crafting our ideas of beauty or rather beauties, but I don't think that altogether discounts our individual, unique concepts of what beauty is. But knowing that it does, is far more important. Otherwise, how else would one explain 'abstract' or other forms of 'deviant' art?
Anyways, I thought about it long and hard; and I came up with Jamie Oliver. That's right - the Naked Chef himself. Yes, he happens to be white, blonde and blue-eyed, but that's not the reasons why I chose him. I love Jamie Oliver for the person I think he is, and what he claims to stand for. He is a dedicated father and husband, he's a terribly nice (i.e. polite to everyone, especially older folks) and genuine bloke (he swears occasionally when something frustrates him) who tries to do good with his little bit of fame (i.e. "Jamie's School Dinners" where he tries (and is still trying with some success) to take on the British school lunch system both on and off the screen, and "Fifteen" where he gives a bunch of street kids a shot at getting their lives together with stints at his restaurant). He has a really cute smile, and a charming lisp (sigh!). He's passionate about his art (cooking, what else) and has a great sense of humour - why else would he call his daughters "Poppy" and "Daisy"?
Okay, I'm going to go drool over Jamie Oliver now.