Brown eyes are sexy, too
It seems to me that most love songs I’ve heard always make reference to things like blue eyes and long blonde hair. Our culture seems to prefer this combination over the others.
People with blonde hair and blue eyes, or at least blue eyes, are seen as the most desirable in terms of appearance.
Why does everyone think blue eyes are the sexiest? People can be just as attractive with other color eyes. Blue-eyed people should not get all the romance.
In case anyone thinks I’m embittered because I don’t have blue eyes, I want to let you know something right now: I do have blue eyes.
They’re a sort of bluish-grey, actually. Like the stormy Atlantic Ocean, or so I tell myself every morning.
Neither eye color nor hair color matter much to me. I like a girl with a witty, outgoing and open-minded personality, a well-developed sense of humor and an optimistic outlook on life.
Be that as it may, I’m a sucker for brown eyes. Dark brown, especially. Like autumn leaves. Like root beer. Like pot roast.
Okay, bad example there. But I’m not kidding: I prefer brown eyes. Brown hair, too. You’ve heard me gush in this column about people like Kate Beckinsale and Anne Hathaway, both of whom have brown hair and eyes. It’s not a coincidence. I dig brunettes.
Redheads, too, but every single one of my grade school and high school crushes (and there were a lot of them) had brown hair. And usually, brown eyes.
No offense to you blondes out there. It has nothing to do with the myths of unintelligence that surround blondes. It’s just personal preference.
My one big crush in high school — the one I would have gladly given an arm to spend the rest of my life with — was brown-haired and brown-eyed.
I won’t name names, but oh man, when I tell you she was good-looking, I mean she was a knockout. She had wavy hair the color of brown sugar that fell halfway down her back, a heart-shaped face with round cheeks and a round little nose, a voice that turned my knees to applesauce and a body I won’t even try to describe, because there aren’t any words in the English language for that kind of perfection.
The kicker, however, was her eyes. She had big doe-eyes that were the deepest shade of brown I’d ever seen. They caught the sun and turned it into laughter. They were mischievous eyes, entrancing eyes, eyes that both lovingly caressed mine and slowly roasted them out of my head. But, in a good way.
Tragically, as she was the sensible type and I was the class clown, the relationship I spent so many hours fantasizing about in math class never got off the ground. A slow dance with her at prom was pretty much all I got.
But my point is that blue eyes and blonde hair are not and should not be the standard by which all other hair and eyes should be judged. Far from it, in fact. Many of us out here in the real world are more attracted to brown hair or red hair, green eyes and, of course, those oh-so-sexy brown eyes.
Andrew is a senior studying mass communication.
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