Less is More

I'm not sure what made me think that I could go see a movie about male strippers without turning 50 shades of red.  But I was promised a shirtless Matt Bomer so by golly I was going.  As I noted last night, it was fairly disastrous.  The most immediate problem was too much stuff, not enough Bomer.  But of course there were other issues as well.  The bestie and I were surrounded by hooting and hollering college girls that were solely there to see Channing Tatum naked.  Their dreams came true about 2 minutes in which did nothing for the hooting and hollering, it just made them louder.  It wasn't just the stripping. The movie was billed as the stripper movie afterall.  It was the F-bombs that were dropped every 10 seconds.  I'm not a prude, but at some point you just sound un-intelligent if you can't think of anything to say other than that word.

Now, my philosophy may make me an old lady (which I totally cop to), but there's something to be said for the "less is more" approach.  Matt Bomer is infinitely sexier while sporting a slick suit and a fedora than when wearing a G-string. I would take intelligence, charm and a sense of humor  any day over dance moves, a ripped chest and the ability to drink many, many beers without getting drunk.  I was once told I'd be cool if I was born a few decades before I was, so I'm guessing this philosophy has something to do with that.  I'm looking for Cary Grant-esqe rather than male stripper-esqe.  Unfortunately I had to sit through 2 hours of awkward pauses, F-bombs and drug-highs to realize this. 

Author's Note: If any of you know of any Cary Grant-esqe types, please let me know.  It's hard being a single Doris Day in the age of single Snooki's : )