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Shogo here again, this time with a Friday blog that’s got less to do with going out to bars and clubs–but still a message for your weekend.

As those of you who regularly follow the blog know, I’ve spent the past couple months apartment hunting. I’ve finally found a place, but damn, what a stressful, time-consuming experience it was. Add to that the fact that I live in New York City, so for every apartment offering that goes up, there are about 10 people searching and ready to jump on a good deal. The end of summer is a total zoo, it seems like everybody and their mother in New York is looking to move to a new place.

I looked at apartments all over the city, everywhere imaginable.  There were some good deals out there, there were some scams and dumps, there were hidden gems, and everything else in between.

I inquired about literally hundreds of apartments over the past few weeks, and looked at over 30 or 40 of them. I put in an application at a few places, had several credit checks, was accepted to every place, and I even laid down a deposit at two places.  Then I’d sleep on it or think about it for a few hours, and later on I would pull out with cold feet. I just couldn’t pull the trigger. Every time there was a place ready for the taking at my fingertips, I always hesitated. I couldn’t just say, “Yes, I’m taking it,” settle on a place, and have the search be done with.

Do You Desire To Be The Perfect Dream Couple?

Why not? Because, in the back of my mind, I had this image that there was some apartment in the city that had to be better than the one I was looking at right then and there. Or the apartment that I was looking at somehow wasn’t as good as the one I’d looked at a couple days ago.

So I’d envision myself living there, where the furniture would go, how I would cook dinners in the kitchen when I had someone over, how we would get up and take a shower, walk to the park, everything. Sure, it looked great but in my mind there was always a place that was just a little bit better than the place right in front of me.

Somewhere, I knew there was an apartment that would meet every specification I was looking for, the one place that was going to be perfect for my lifestyle. (As you know, lifestyle is what I teach, and having a quality lifestyle is essential to me.)

There was always a place with a little more square footage. In a slightly better location a couple blocks down. A block closer to the park. Closer to that cool corner coffee shop. 100 bucks a month cheaper. Slightly newer kitchen appliances. Slightly better water pressure, a little more cabinet space, an extra window with better lighting, better hardwood floors, a cooler-looking building, a little closer to the subway…you name it.

I spent so much time thinking it over, comparing and contrasting places, then at the end of the day I could never finally decide on a location. It really stressed me out. So I’d think it over for a night, then call up the landlord or the broker the next day with my mind made up. “Ok, I’ve decided! I’m taking the place at 101 Main Street! Done, let’s do this. When can I come sign the lease?”

“Oooh, sorry Shogo,” I’d hear, “Someone just came in this morning and signed the lease on it… Tough luck. But I’ve got another place I can show you…”  Of course that new place would then be not nearly as good as 101 Main Street.

The fact is there is no perfect apartment. For everything that was better about the next apartment I would look at, there was always something worse about it than the prior apartments. Sure, this place has a great outdoor terrace that the one I looked at yesterday didn’t have. But it’s eleven blocks away from the cool part of town. This place has brand new kitchen appliances. But no bathtub. An extra room for a home office? Sure, but it’s a 6-floor walkup.

There really is no perfection in life. It’s a lesson I’m still learning. There is no such thing as the perfect house, and in all my experiences dating I can tell you that there is no such thing as the perfect person.

Are you in a relationship, or are you dating right now, and you’re still looking around for someone better than the person you’re seeing? Someone who’s a little better looking, maybe a little smarter, a little more popular, in a little better shape? Are you saving yourself up for that special, perfect person? Are you kind of just going through the motions right now, secretly hoping for him or her to come across your path? And if you do encounter that person, will you be able to seize the moment and act on it?

You may come across that perfect person.  But you night not.  You might be waiting for a long, long time.  And before you know it, you may have missed an opportunity with that great person right in front of you.

Today I’d like you to go out and appreciate another person. If you’re single, go out and start a friendly conversation with someone new, whether you’re attracted to them or not, it doesn’t matter. Really listen to that person and be interested in what they’re all about. And if you’re in a relationship or you’re dating somebody, I want you to look at and appreciate them, even though he or she may not be the perfect person in the world. Maybe he’s not as tall as you’d like, maybe she’s got a couple extra pounds on her. Maybe he talks a little too much about himself, maybe she’s more judgmental than you’d like her to be, whatever it is.

You may come across someone who’s a better match for you down the road, and it’s ok to keep your options open if that’s what you want. But really take some time today to appreciate and enjoy that imperfect person who is right in front of you.

Shogo here again, this time with a Friday blog that’s got less to do with going out to bars and clubs–but still a message for your weekend.

As those of you who regularly follow the blog know, I’ve spent the past couple months apartment hunting. I’ve finally found a place, but damn, what a stressful, time-consuming experience it was. Add to that the fact that I live in New York City, so for every apartment offering that goes up, there are about 10 people searching and ready to jump on a good deal. The end of summer is a total zoo, it seems like everybody and their mother in New York is looking to move to a new place.

I looked at apartments all over the city, everywhere imaginable.  There were some good deals out there, there were some scams and dumps, there were hidden gems, and everything else in between.

I inquired about literally hundreds of apartments over the past few weeks, and looked at over 30 or 40 of them. I put in an application at a few places, had several credit checks, was accepted to every place, and I even laid down a deposit at two places.  Then I’d sleep on it or think about it for a few hours, and later on I would pull out with cold feet. I just couldn’t pull the trigger. Every time there was a place ready for the taking at my fingertips, I always hesitated. I couldn’t just say, “Yes, I’m taking it,” settle on a place, and have the search be done with.

Do You Desire To Be The Perfect Dream Couple?

Why not? Because, in the back of my mind, I had this image that there was some apartment in the city that had to be better than the one I was looking at right then and there. Or the apartment that I was looking at somehow wasn’t as good as the one I’d looked at a couple days ago.

So I’d envision myself living there, where the furniture would go, how I would cook dinners in the kitchen when I had someone over, how we would get up and take a shower, walk to the park, everything. Sure, it looked great but in my mind there was always a place that was just a little bit better than the place right in front of me.

Somewhere, I knew there was an apartment that would meet every specification I was looking for, the one place that was going to be perfect for my lifestyle. (As you know, lifestyle is what I teach, and having a quality lifestyle is essential to me.)

There was always a place with a little more square footage. In a slightly better location a couple blocks down. A block closer to the park. Closer to that cool corner coffee shop. 100 bucks a month cheaper. Slightly newer kitchen appliances. Slightly better water pressure, a little more cabinet space, an extra window with better lighting, better hardwood floors, a cooler-looking building, a little closer to the subway…you name it.

I spent so much time thinking it over, comparing and contrasting places, then at the end of the day I could never finally decide on a location. It really stressed me out. So I’d think it over for a night, then call up the landlord or the broker the next day with my mind made up. “Ok, I’ve decided! I’m taking the place at 101 Main Street! Done, let’s do this. When can I come sign the lease?”

“Oooh, sorry Shogo,” I’d hear, “Someone just came in this morning and signed the lease on it… Tough luck. But I’ve got another place I can show you…”  Of course that new place would then be not nearly as good as 101 Main Street.

The fact is there is no perfect apartment. For everything that was better about the next apartment I would look at, there was always something worse about it than the prior apartments. Sure, this place has a great outdoor terrace that the one I looked at yesterday didn’t have. But it’s eleven blocks away from the cool part of town. This place has brand new kitchen appliances. But no bathtub. An extra room for a home office? Sure, but it’s a 6-floor walkup.

There really is no perfection in life. It’s a lesson I’m still learning. There is no such thing as the perfect house, and in all my experiences dating I can tell you that there is no such thing as the perfect person.

Are you in a relationship, or are you dating right now, and you’re still looking around for someone better than the person you’re seeing? Someone who’s a little better looking, maybe a little smarter, a little more popular, in a little better shape? Are you saving yourself up for that special, perfect person? Are you kind of just going through the motions right now, secretly hoping for him or her to come across your path? And if you do encounter that person, will you be able to seize the moment and act on it?

You may come across that perfect person.  But you night not.  You might be waiting for a long, long time.  And before you know it, you may have missed an opportunity with that great person right in front of you.

Today I’d like you to go out and appreciate another person. If you’re single, go out and start a friendly conversation with someone new, whether you’re attracted to them or not, it doesn’t matter. Really listen to that person and be interested in what they’re all about. And if you’re in a relationship or you’re dating somebody, I want you to look at and appreciate them, even though he or she may not be the perfect person in the world. Maybe he’s not as tall as you’d like, maybe she’s got a couple extra pounds on her. Maybe he talks a little too much about himself, maybe she’s more judgmental than you’d like her to be, whatever it is.

You may come across someone who’s a better match for you down the road, and it’s ok to keep your options open if that’s what you want. But really take some time today to appreciate and enjoy that imperfect person who is right in front of you.

Shogo here again, this time with a Friday blog that’s got less to do with going out to bars and clubs–but still a message for your weekend.

As those of you who regularly follow the blog know, I’ve spent the past couple months apartment hunting. I’ve finally found a place, but damn, what a stressful, time-consuming experience it was. Add to that the fact that I live in New York City, so for every apartment offering that goes up, there are about 10 people searching and ready to jump on a good deal. The end of summer is a total zoo, it seems like everybody and their mother in New York is looking to move to a new place.

I looked at apartments all over the city, everywhere imaginable.  There were some good deals out there, there were some scams and dumps, there were hidden gems, and everything else in between.

I inquired about literally hundreds of apartments over the past few weeks, and looked at over 30 or 40 of them. I put in an application at a few places, had several credit checks, was accepted to every place, and I even laid down a deposit at two places.  Then I’d sleep on it or think about it for a few hours, and later on I would pull out with cold feet. I just couldn’t pull the trigger. Every time there was a place ready for the taking at my fingertips, I always hesitated. I couldn’t just say, “Yes, I’m taking it,” settle on a place, and have the search be done with.

Do You Desire To Be The Perfect Dream Couple?

Why not? Because, in the back of my mind, I had this image that there was some apartment in the city that had to be better than the one I was looking at right then and there. Or the apartment that I was looking at somehow wasn’t as good as the one I’d looked at a couple days ago.

So I’d envision myself living there, where the furniture would go, how I would cook dinners in the kitchen when I had someone over, how we would get up and take a shower, walk to the park, everything. Sure, it looked great but in my mind there was always a place that was just a little bit better than the place right in front of me.

Somewhere, I knew there was an apartment that would meet every specification I was looking for, the one place that was going to be perfect for my lifestyle. (As you know, lifestyle is what I teach, and having a quality lifestyle is essential to me.)

There was always a place with a little more square footage. In a slightly better location a couple blocks down. A block closer to the park. Closer to that cool corner coffee shop. 100 bucks a month cheaper. Slightly newer kitchen appliances. Slightly better water pressure, a little more cabinet space, an extra window with better lighting, better hardwood floors, a cooler-looking building, a little closer to the subway…you name it.

I spent so much time thinking it over, comparing and contrasting places, then at the end of the day I could never finally decide on a location. It really stressed me out. So I’d think it over for a night, then call up the landlord or the broker the next day with my mind made up. “Ok, I’ve decided! I’m taking the place at 101 Main Street! Done, let’s do this. When can I come sign the lease?”

“Oooh, sorry Shogo,” I’d hear, “Someone just came in this morning and signed the lease on it… Tough luck. But I’ve got another place I can show you…”  Of course that new place would then be not nearly as good as 101 Main Street.

The fact is there is no perfect apartment. For everything that was better about the next apartment I would look at, there was always something worse about it than the prior apartments. Sure, this place has a great outdoor terrace that the one I looked at yesterday didn’t have. But it’s eleven blocks away from the cool part of town. This place has brand new kitchen appliances. But no bathtub. An extra room for a home office? Sure, but it’s a 6-floor walkup.

There really is no perfection in life. It’s a lesson I’m still learning. There is no such thing as the perfect house, and in all my experiences dating I can tell you that there is no such thing as the perfect person.

Are you in a relationship, or are you dating right now, and you’re still looking around for someone better than the person you’re seeing? Someone who’s a little better looking, maybe a little smarter, a little more popular, in a little better shape? Are you saving yourself up for that special, perfect person? Are you kind of just going through the motions right now, secretly hoping for him or her to come across your path? And if you do encounter that person, will you be able to seize the moment and act on it?

You may come across that perfect person.  But you night not.  You might be waiting for a long, long time.  And before you know it, you may have missed an opportunity with that great person right in front of you.

Today I’d like you to go out and appreciate another person. If you’re single, go out and start a friendly conversation with someone new, whether you’re attracted to them or not, it doesn’t matter. Really listen to that person and be interested in what they’re all about. And if you’re in a relationship or you’re dating somebody, I want you to look at and appreciate them, even though he or she may not be the perfect person in the world. Maybe he’s not as tall as you’d like, maybe she’s got a couple extra pounds on her. Maybe he talks a little too much about himself, maybe she’s more judgmental than you’d like her to be, whatever it is.

You may come across someone who’s a better match for you down the road, and it’s ok to keep your options open if that’s what you want. But really take some time today to appreciate and enjoy that imperfect person who is right in front of you.

Shogo here again, this time with a Friday blog that’s got less to do with going out to bars and clubs–but still a message for your weekend.

As those of you who regularly follow the blog know, I’ve spent the past couple months apartment hunting. I’ve finally found a place, but damn, what a stressful, time-consuming experience it was. Add to that the fact that I live in New York City, so for every apartment offering that goes up, there are about 10 people searching and ready to jump on a good deal. The end of summer is a total zoo, it seems like everybody and their mother in New York is looking to move to a new place.

I looked at apartments all over the city, everywhere imaginable.  There were some good deals out there, there were some scams and dumps, there were hidden gems, and everything else in between.

I inquired about literally hundreds of apartments over the past few weeks, and looked at over 30 or 40 of them. I put in an application at a few places, had several credit checks, was accepted to every place, and I even laid down a deposit at two places.  Then I’d sleep on it or think about it for a few hours, and later on I would pull out with cold feet. I just couldn’t pull the trigger. Every time there was a place ready for the taking at my fingertips, I always hesitated. I couldn’t just say, “Yes, I’m taking it,” settle on a place, and have the search be done with.

Do You Desire To Be The Perfect Dream Couple?

Why not? Because, in the back of my mind, I had this image that there was some apartment in the city that had to be better than the one I was looking at right then and there. Or the apartment that I was looking at somehow wasn’t as good as the one I’d looked at a couple days ago.

So I’d envision myself living there, where the furniture would go, how I would cook dinners in the kitchen when I had someone over, how we would get up and take a shower, walk to the park, everything. Sure, it looked great but in my mind there was always a place that was just a little bit better than the place right in front of me.

Somewhere, I knew there was an apartment that would meet every specification I was looking for, the one place that was going to be perfect for my lifestyle. (As you know, lifestyle is what I teach, and having a quality lifestyle is essential to me.)

There was always a place with a little more square footage. In a slightly better location a couple blocks down. A block closer to the park. Closer to that cool corner coffee shop. 100 bucks a month cheaper. Slightly newer kitchen appliances. Slightly better water pressure, a little more cabinet space, an extra window with better lighting, better hardwood floors, a cooler-looking building, a little closer to the subway…you name it.

I spent so much time thinking it over, comparing and contrasting places, then at the end of the day I could never finally decide on a location. It really stressed me out. So I’d think it over for a night, then call up the landlord or the broker the next day with my mind made up. “Ok, I’ve decided! I’m taking the place at 101 Main Street! Done, let’s do this. When can I come sign the lease?”

“Oooh, sorry Shogo,” I’d hear, “Someone just came in this morning and signed the lease on it… Tough luck. But I’ve got another place I can show you…”  Of course that new place would then be not nearly as good as 101 Main Street.

The fact is there is no perfect apartment. For everything that was better about the next apartment I would look at, there was always something worse about it than the prior apartments. Sure, this place has a great outdoor terrace that the one I looked at yesterday didn’t have. But it’s eleven blocks away from the cool part of town. This place has brand new kitchen appliances. But no bathtub. An extra room for a home office? Sure, but it’s a 6-floor walkup.

There really is no perfection in life. It’s a lesson I’m still learning. There is no such thing as the perfect house, and in all my experiences dating I can tell you that there is no such thing as the perfect person.

Are you in a relationship, or are you dating right now, and you’re still looking around for someone better than the person you’re seeing? Someone who’s a little better looking, maybe a little smarter, a little more popular, in a little better shape? Are you saving yourself up for that special, perfect person? Are you kind of just going through the motions right now, secretly hoping for him or her to come across your path? And if you do encounter that person, will you be able to seize the moment and act on it?

You may come across that perfect person.  But you night not.  You might be waiting for a long, long time.  And before you know it, you may have missed an opportunity with that great person right in front of you.

Today I’d like you to go out and appreciate another person. If you’re single, go out and start a friendly conversation with someone new, whether you’re attracted to them or not, it doesn’t matter. Really listen to that person and be interested in what they’re all about. And if you’re in a relationship or you’re dating somebody, I want you to look at and appreciate them, even though he or she may not be the perfect person in the world. Maybe he’s not as tall as you’d like, maybe she’s got a couple extra pounds on her. Maybe he talks a little too much about himself, maybe she’s more judgmental than you’d like her to be, whatever it is.

You may come across someone who’s a better match for you down the road, and it’s ok to keep your options open if that’s what you want. But really take some time today to appreciate and enjoy that imperfect person who is right in front of you.

Shogo here again, this time with a Friday blog that’s got less to do with going out to bars and clubs–but still a message for your weekend.

As those of you who regularly follow the blog know, I’ve spent the past couple months apartment hunting. I’ve finally found a place, but damn, what a stressful, time-consuming experience it was. Add to that the fact that I live in New York City, so for every apartment offering that goes up, there are about 10 people searching and ready to jump on a good deal. The end of summer is a total zoo, it seems like everybody and their mother in New York is looking to move to a new place.

I looked at apartments all over the city, everywhere imaginable.  There were some good deals out there, there were some scams and dumps, there were hidden gems, and everything else in between.

I inquired about literally hundreds of apartments over the past few weeks, and looked at over 30 or 40 of them. I put in an application at a few places, had several credit checks, was accepted to every place, and I even laid down a deposit at two places.  Then I’d sleep on it or think about it for a few hours, and later on I would pull out with cold feet. I just couldn’t pull the trigger. Every time there was a place ready for the taking at my fingertips, I always hesitated. I couldn’t just say, “Yes, I’m taking it,” settle on a place, and have the search be done with.

Do You Desire To Be The Perfect Dream Couple?

Why not? Because, in the back of my mind, I had this image that there was some apartment in the city that had to be better than the one I was looking at right then and there. Or the apartment that I was looking at somehow wasn’t as good as the one I’d looked at a couple days ago.

So I’d envision myself living there, where the furniture would go, how I would cook dinners in the kitchen when I had someone over, how we would get up and take a shower, walk to the park, everything. Sure, it looked great but in my mind there was always a place that was just a little bit better than the place right in front of me.

Somewhere, I knew there was an apartment that would meet every specification I was looking for, the one place that was going to be perfect for my lifestyle. (As you know, lifestyle is what I teach, and having a quality lifestyle is essential to me.)

There was always a place with a little more square footage. In a slightly better location a couple blocks down. A block closer to the park. Closer to that cool corner coffee shop. 100 bucks a month cheaper. Slightly newer kitchen appliances. Slightly better water pressure, a little more cabinet space, an extra window with better lighting, better hardwood floors, a cooler-looking building, a little closer to the subway…you name it.

I spent so much time thinking it over, comparing and contrasting places, then at the end of the day I could never finally decide on a location. It really stressed me out. So I’d think it over for a night, then call up the landlord or the broker the next day with my mind made up. “Ok, I’ve decided! I’m taking the place at 101 Main Street! Done, let’s do this. When can I come sign the lease?”

“Oooh, sorry Shogo,” I’d hear, “Someone just came in this morning and signed the lease on it… Tough luck. But I’ve got another place I can show you…”  Of course that new place would then be not nearly as good as 101 Main Street.

The fact is there is no perfect apartment. For everything that was better about the next apartment I would look at, there was always something worse about it than the prior apartments. Sure, this place has a great outdoor terrace that the one I looked at yesterday didn’t have. But it’s eleven blocks away from the cool part of town. This place has brand new kitchen appliances. But no bathtub. An extra room for a home office? Sure, but it’s a 6-floor walkup.

There really is no perfection in life. It’s a lesson I’m still learning. There is no such thing as the perfect house, and in all my experiences dating I can tell you that there is no such thing as the perfect person.

Are you in a relationship, or are you dating right now, and you’re still looking around for someone better than the person you’re seeing? Someone who’s a little better looking, maybe a little smarter, a little more popular, in a little better shape? Are you saving yourself up for that special, perfect person? Are you kind of just going through the motions right now, secretly hoping for him or her to come across your path? And if you do encounter that person, will you be able to seize the moment and act on it?

You may come across that perfect person.  But you night not.  You might be waiting for a long, long time.  And before you know it, you may have missed an opportunity with that great person right in front of you.

Today I’d like you to go out and appreciate another person. If you’re single, go out and start a friendly conversation with someone new, whether you’re attracted to them or not, it doesn’t matter. Really listen to that person and be interested in what they’re all about. And if you’re in a relationship or you’re dating somebody, I want you to look at and appreciate them, even though he or she may not be the perfect person in the world. Maybe he’s not as tall as you’d like, maybe she’s got a couple extra pounds on her. Maybe he talks a little too much about himself, maybe she’s more judgmental than you’d like her to be, whatever it is.

You may come across someone who’s a better match for you down the road, and it’s ok to keep your options open if that’s what you want. But really take some time today to appreciate and enjoy that imperfect person who is right in front of you.

On pourrait croire que la popculture a répondu oui depuis longtemps, mais je ne suis pas tout à fait d’accord. Souvent le personnage du beau gosse cruel est avant tout un archétype de beau gosse torturé à tendance suicidaire, on lui pardonne parce qu’il ne sait pas ce qu’il fait et qu’il se venge d’un traumatisme. Insérez ici James Dean, Edward Cullen, Lestat, tous les héros émo. Les vrais, vrais méchants, qui veulent détruire le monde, sont moches : le Joker, Hannibal Lecter, Dark Vador, Freddy Kruger, Alien.

La rareté des vrais pourris vraiment sublimes montre l’attachement des scénaristes et des producteurs à l’idée que la beauté vient aussi de l’intérieur, et que les péchés se paient en gueules de travers. Ceci étant à rapprocher des études montrant que les moches vont plus longtemps en prison que les beaux s’ils font une connerie, et qu’à force de toujours les suspecter de tous les vices, certaines prophéties se réalisent.

Vladimir Poutine, par exemple, pourrait parfaitement jouer un rôle de méchant torturé à la Mads Mikkelsen (l’enfant chéri du Danemark) :

Mais on se heurte à un problème puisque Poutine est, quand même, honnêtement et outre ses qualités autres, un gros pourri, élevé à la sauce KGB, soupçonné très sérieusement d’avoir commandité les attentats qui allaient légitimer la deuxième guerre de Tchétchénie, réprimant les sursauts démocratiques, jouant sur les tableaux les plus nazes pour obtenir ce qu’il veut (il paraît qu’il ne manque jamais d’accueillir Angela Merkel avec son labrador, sachant qu’elle a peur des chiens).

Pourtant à 59 ans, le futur (enfin, sauf miracle) président de la Russie affiche de beaux restes.

L’homme qui arrache des jugulaires d’ours avec les dents (sur ses photos officielles, quand il ne conduit pas un char d’assaut ou un sous-marin, c’est Martine à la plage : Poutine avec un tigre, Poutine sait pécher, Poutine est tireur d’élite, Poutine pourrait défoncer David Douillet en judo…) n’hésite pas à jouer sur un physique qui séduit les électeurs des deux sexes : le dirigeant viril qui n’a pas peur de mettre les mains dans le cambouis, et qui gagnerait sans doute Koh-Lanta avec les mains attachées dans le dos.

Mais Poutine peut-il être considéré comme beau ? Puissant, extrêmement. Impressionnant, sans doute. Mais peut-on être beau quand on détourne la constitution russe pour se pécho un troisième mandat de président, en ayant été premier ministre dans l’intervalle ? Parce que là, les Russes, ils vont se taper Vladimir Vladimirovitch jusqu’en 2024. C’est pas demain la veille qu’on connaîtra une Gay Pride à Moscou (le pouvoir interdit la manifestation et arrête les militants chaque année, parce que c’est bien connu, il n’y a pas de tapettes au-delà de l’Ukraine).

Peut-on être beau et méchant ? Et bien je ne sais pas trop, mais je dirais que le sex-appeal n’est pas totalement soluble dans la morale.

Tu peux poser en string si tu veux, Poutine. Tu peux te trimballer avec des symboles phalliques monstrueux, attraper sans souci le titre d’homme d’Etat le plus sexy du monde, afficher des petites nymphettes amoureuses de toi. Mais la posture de playboy sentira toujours un peu le sang, le gaz et le pétrole.

À lire aussi :

• Label beau
• Le monde doit savoir
• C’est beau un homme en slip, quand même

On pourrait croire que la popculture a répondu oui depuis longtemps, mais je ne suis pas tout à fait d’accord. Souvent le personnage du beau gosse cruel est avant tout un archétype de beau gosse torturé à tendance suicidaire, on lui pardonne parce qu’il ne sait pas ce qu’il fait et qu’il se venge d’un traumatisme. Insérez ici James Dean, Edward Cullen, Lestat, tous les héros émo. Les vrais, vrais méchants, qui veulent détruire le monde, sont moches : le Joker, Hannibal Lecter, Dark Vador, Freddy Kruger, Alien.

La rareté des vrais pourris vraiment sublimes montre l’attachement des scénaristes et des producteurs à l’idée que la beauté vient aussi de l’intérieur, et que les péchés se paient en gueules de travers. Ceci étant à rapprocher des études montrant que les moches vont plus longtemps en prison que les beaux s’ils font une connerie, et qu’à force de toujours les suspecter de tous les vices, certaines prophéties se réalisent.

Vladimir Poutine, par exemple, pourrait parfaitement jouer un rôle de méchant torturé à la Mads Mikkelsen (l’enfant chéri du Danemark) :

Mais on se heurte à un problème puisque Poutine est, quand même, honnêtement et outre ses qualités autres, un gros pourri, élevé à la sauce KGB, soupçonné très sérieusement d’avoir commandité les attentats qui allaient légitimer la deuxième guerre de Tchétchénie, réprimant les sursauts démocratiques, jouant sur les tableaux les plus nazes pour obtenir ce qu’il veut (il paraît qu’il ne manque jamais d’accueillir Angela Merkel avec son labrador, sachant qu’elle a peur des chiens).

Pourtant à 59 ans, le futur (enfin, sauf miracle) président de la Russie affiche de beaux restes.

L’homme qui arrache des jugulaires d’ours avec les dents (sur ses photos officielles, quand il ne conduit pas un char d’assaut ou un sous-marin, c’est Martine à la plage : Poutine avec un tigre, Poutine sait pécher, Poutine est tireur d’élite, Poutine pourrait défoncer David Douillet en judo…) n’hésite pas à jouer sur un physique qui séduit les électeurs des deux sexes : le dirigeant viril qui n’a pas peur de mettre les mains dans le cambouis, et qui gagnerait sans doute Koh-Lanta avec les mains attachées dans le dos.

Mais Poutine peut-il être considéré comme beau ? Puissant, extrêmement. Impressionnant, sans doute. Mais peut-on être beau quand on détourne la constitution russe pour se pécho un troisième mandat de président, en ayant été premier ministre dans l’intervalle ? Parce que là, les Russes, ils vont se taper Vladimir Vladimirovitch jusqu’en 2024. C’est pas demain la veille qu’on connaîtra une Gay Pride à Moscou (le pouvoir interdit la manifestation et arrête les militants chaque année, parce que c’est bien connu, il n’y a pas de tapettes au-delà de l’Ukraine).

Peut-on être beau et méchant ? Et bien je ne sais pas trop, mais je dirais que le sex-appeal n’est pas totalement soluble dans la morale.

Tu peux poser en string si tu veux, Poutine. Tu peux te trimballer avec des symboles phalliques monstrueux, attraper sans souci le titre d’homme d’Etat le plus sexy du monde, afficher des petites nymphettes amoureuses de toi. Mais la posture de playboy sentira toujours un peu le sang, le gaz et le pétrole.

À lire aussi :

• Label beau
• Le monde doit savoir
• C’est beau un homme en slip, quand même

On pourrait croire que la popculture a répondu oui depuis longtemps, mais je ne suis pas tout à fait d’accord. Souvent le personnage du beau gosse cruel est avant tout un archétype de beau gosse torturé à tendance suicidaire, on lui pardonne parce qu’il ne sait pas ce qu’il fait et qu’il se venge d’un traumatisme. Insérez ici James Dean, Edward Cullen, Lestat, tous les héros émo. Les vrais, vrais méchants, qui veulent détruire le monde, sont moches : le Joker, Hannibal Lecter, Dark Vador, Freddy Kruger, Alien.

La rareté des vrais pourris vraiment sublimes montre l’attachement des scénaristes et des producteurs à l’idée que la beauté vient aussi de l’intérieur, et que les péchés se paient en gueules de travers. Ceci étant à rapprocher des études montrant que les moches vont plus longtemps en prison que les beaux s’ils font une connerie, et qu’à force de toujours les suspecter de tous les vices, certaines prophéties se réalisent.

Vladimir Poutine, par exemple, pourrait parfaitement jouer un rôle de méchant torturé à la Mads Mikkelsen (l’enfant chéri du Danemark) :

Mais on se heurte à un problème puisque Poutine est, quand même, honnêtement et outre ses qualités autres, un gros pourri, élevé à la sauce KGB, soupçonné très sérieusement d’avoir commandité les attentats qui allaient légitimer la deuxième guerre de Tchétchénie, réprimant les sursauts démocratiques, jouant sur les tableaux les plus nazes pour obtenir ce qu’il veut (il paraît qu’il ne manque jamais d’accueillir Angela Merkel avec son labrador, sachant qu’elle a peur des chiens).

Pourtant à 59 ans, le futur (enfin, sauf miracle) président de la Russie affiche de beaux restes.

L’homme qui arrache des jugulaires d’ours avec les dents (sur ses photos officielles, quand il ne conduit pas un char d’assaut ou un sous-marin, c’est Martine à la plage : Poutine avec un tigre, Poutine sait pécher, Poutine est tireur d’élite, Poutine pourrait défoncer David Douillet en judo…) n’hésite pas à jouer sur un physique qui séduit les électeurs des deux sexes : le dirigeant viril qui n’a pas peur de mettre les mains dans le cambouis, et qui gagnerait sans doute Koh-Lanta avec les mains attachées dans le dos.

Mais Poutine peut-il être considéré comme beau ? Puissant, extrêmement. Impressionnant, sans doute. Mais peut-on être beau quand on détourne la constitution russe pour se pécho un troisième mandat de président, en ayant été premier ministre dans l’intervalle ? Parce que là, les Russes, ils vont se taper Vladimir Vladimirovitch jusqu’en 2024. C’est pas demain la veille qu’on connaîtra une Gay Pride à Moscou (le pouvoir interdit la manifestation et arrête les militants chaque année, parce que c’est bien connu, il n’y a pas de tapettes au-delà de l’Ukraine).

Peut-on être beau et méchant ? Et bien je ne sais pas trop, mais je dirais que le sex-appeal n’est pas totalement soluble dans la morale.

Tu peux poser en string si tu veux, Poutine. Tu peux te trimballer avec des symboles phalliques monstrueux, attraper sans souci le titre d’homme d’Etat le plus sexy du monde, afficher des petites nymphettes amoureuses de toi. Mais la posture de playboy sentira toujours un peu le sang, le gaz et le pétrole.

À lire aussi :

• Label beau
• Le monde doit savoir
• C’est beau un homme en slip, quand même

On pourrait croire que la popculture a répondu oui depuis longtemps, mais je ne suis pas tout à fait d’accord. Souvent le personnage du beau gosse cruel est avant tout un archétype de beau gosse torturé à tendance suicidaire, on lui pardonne parce qu’il ne sait pas ce qu’il fait et qu’il se venge d’un traumatisme. Insérez ici James Dean, Edward Cullen, Lestat, tous les héros émo. Les vrais, vrais méchants, qui veulent détruire le monde, sont moches : le Joker, Hannibal Lecter, Dark Vador, Freddy Kruger, Alien.

La rareté des vrais pourris vraiment sublimes montre l’attachement des scénaristes et des producteurs à l’idée que la beauté vient aussi de l’intérieur, et que les péchés se paient en gueules de travers. Ceci étant à rapprocher des études montrant que les moches vont plus longtemps en prison que les beaux s’ils font une connerie, et qu’à force de toujours les suspecter de tous les vices, certaines prophéties se réalisent.

Vladimir Poutine, par exemple, pourrait parfaitement jouer un rôle de méchant torturé à la Mads Mikkelsen (l’enfant chéri du Danemark) :

Mais on se heurte à un problème puisque Poutine est, quand même, honnêtement et outre ses qualités autres, un gros pourri, élevé à la sauce KGB, soupçonné très sérieusement d’avoir commandité les attentats qui allaient légitimer la deuxième guerre de Tchétchénie, réprimant les sursauts démocratiques, jouant sur les tableaux les plus nazes pour obtenir ce qu’il veut (il paraît qu’il ne manque jamais d’accueillir Angela Merkel avec son labrador, sachant qu’elle a peur des chiens).

Pourtant à 59 ans, le futur (enfin, sauf miracle) président de la Russie affiche de beaux restes.

L’homme qui arrache des jugulaires d’ours avec les dents (sur ses photos officielles, quand il ne conduit pas un char d’assaut ou un sous-marin, c’est Martine à la plage : Poutine avec un tigre, Poutine sait pécher, Poutine est tireur d’élite, Poutine pourrait défoncer David Douillet en judo…) n’hésite pas à jouer sur un physique qui séduit les électeurs des deux sexes : le dirigeant viril qui n’a pas peur de mettre les mains dans le cambouis, et qui gagnerait sans doute Koh-Lanta avec les mains attachées dans le dos.

Mais Poutine peut-il être considéré comme beau ? Puissant, extrêmement. Impressionnant, sans doute. Mais peut-on être beau quand on détourne la constitution russe pour se pécho un troisième mandat de président, en ayant été premier ministre dans l’intervalle ? Parce que là, les Russes, ils vont se taper Vladimir Vladimirovitch jusqu’en 2024. C’est pas demain la veille qu’on connaîtra une Gay Pride à Moscou (le pouvoir interdit la manifestation et arrête les militants chaque année, parce que c’est bien connu, il n’y a pas de tapettes au-delà de l’Ukraine).

Peut-on être beau et méchant ? Et bien je ne sais pas trop, mais je dirais que le sex-appeal n’est pas totalement soluble dans la morale.

Tu peux poser en string si tu veux, Poutine. Tu peux te trimballer avec des symboles phalliques monstrueux, attraper sans souci le titre d’homme d’Etat le plus sexy du monde, afficher des petites nymphettes amoureuses de toi. Mais la posture de playboy sentira toujours un peu le sang, le gaz et le pétrole.

À lire aussi :

• Label beau
• Le monde doit savoir
• C’est beau un homme en slip, quand même

On pourrait croire que la popculture a répondu oui depuis longtemps, mais je ne suis pas tout à fait d’accord. Souvent le personnage du beau gosse cruel est avant tout un archétype de beau gosse torturé à tendance suicidaire, on lui pardonne parce qu’il ne sait pas ce qu’il fait et qu’il se venge d’un traumatisme. Insérez ici James Dean, Edward Cullen, Lestat, tous les héros émo. Les vrais, vrais méchants, qui veulent détruire le monde, sont moches : le Joker, Hannibal Lecter, Dark Vador, Freddy Kruger, Alien.

La rareté des vrais pourris vraiment sublimes montre l’attachement des scénaristes et des producteurs à l’idée que la beauté vient aussi de l’intérieur, et que les péchés se paient en gueules de travers. Ceci étant à rapprocher des études montrant que les moches vont plus longtemps en prison que les beaux s’ils font une connerie, et qu’à force de toujours les suspecter de tous les vices, certaines prophéties se réalisent.

Vladimir Poutine, par exemple, pourrait parfaitement jouer un rôle de méchant torturé à la Mads Mikkelsen (l’enfant chéri du Danemark) :

Mais on se heurte à un problème puisque Poutine est, quand même, honnêtement et outre ses qualités autres, un gros pourri, élevé à la sauce KGB, soupçonné très sérieusement d’avoir commandité les attentats qui allaient légitimer la deuxième guerre de Tchétchénie, réprimant les sursauts démocratiques, jouant sur les tableaux les plus nazes pour obtenir ce qu’il veut (il paraît qu’il ne manque jamais d’accueillir Angela Merkel avec son labrador, sachant qu’elle a peur des chiens).

Pourtant à 59 ans, le futur (enfin, sauf miracle) président de la Russie affiche de beaux restes.

L’homme qui arrache des jugulaires d’ours avec les dents (sur ses photos officielles, quand il ne conduit pas un char d’assaut ou un sous-marin, c’est Martine à la plage : Poutine avec un tigre, Poutine sait pécher, Poutine est tireur d’élite, Poutine pourrait défoncer David Douillet en judo…) n’hésite pas à jouer sur un physique qui séduit les électeurs des deux sexes : le dirigeant viril qui n’a pas peur de mettre les mains dans le cambouis, et qui gagnerait sans doute Koh-Lanta avec les mains attachées dans le dos.

Mais Poutine peut-il être considéré comme beau ? Puissant, extrêmement. Impressionnant, sans doute. Mais peut-on être beau quand on détourne la constitution russe pour se pécho un troisième mandat de président, en ayant été premier ministre dans l’intervalle ? Parce que là, les Russes, ils vont se taper Vladimir Vladimirovitch jusqu’en 2024. C’est pas demain la veille qu’on connaîtra une Gay Pride à Moscou (le pouvoir interdit la manifestation et arrête les militants chaque année, parce que c’est bien connu, il n’y a pas de tapettes au-delà de l’Ukraine).

Peut-on être beau et méchant ? Et bien je ne sais pas trop, mais je dirais que le sex-appeal n’est pas totalement soluble dans la morale.

Tu peux poser en string si tu veux, Poutine. Tu peux te trimballer avec des symboles phalliques monstrueux, attraper sans souci le titre d’homme d’Etat le plus sexy du monde, afficher des petites nymphettes amoureuses de toi. Mais la posture de playboy sentira toujours un peu le sang, le gaz et le pétrole.

À lire aussi :

• Label beau
• Le monde doit savoir
• C’est beau un homme en slip, quand même