Waxed Ford, in a metaphorical kind of way.
Via Noel Sheppard at Newsbusters, Harrison Ford thinks that having his chest hair waxed is a metaphor for the environment. Or something.
Really: he had his chest hair removed, and now he's Access Hollywood's green star of the week
In an effort to showcase the pain involved in deforestation, Harrison willingly subject himself to the painful process of stripping his chest of all its follicles.Like Noel, this is what I think about instead,
Having worked with CI for 15 years, it was Harrison's hope that his trip to the salon might just shock people into thinking "green."
And now for a word of advice to the guys:
Chest waxing is a fad, and the reason it's being promoted is that we are obsessing in a culture of eternal youth and unmanly men.
If you have chest hair, ANY woman you are after who does not like men with chest hair is probably the wrong woman for you. Think about it, can you possibly live for any length of time with anyone who is not going to be interested in sex unless you go to the waxing salon every four weeks (or more often if necessary)? If that's the kind of demands she's going to make from the start, what else are you going to have to put up with? Do you really want someone who is that high maintenance?
And look at Harrison: Doesn't he look like he's wearing a hair bra?
Does anyone really believe this can possibly save the environment?
Victor Davis Hanson has more sensible ideas for A New Environmentalism.
And he probably didn't get his chest hair waxed.
(h/t Maria)
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Labels: Global Warming, Harrison Ford, manly men, movies
7 Comments:
So if in Mr. Ford's next film he shows up with a beard we can all go, "Ick,"
EEeeewww, yes!
Is it just me, or is he starting to acquire that "Grampsy" look?
Yes, OS, but you realize the guy's 65.
Definitely a Ford, not a Lincoln.
(People who remember Nixon's successor will get that the best.)
Absolutely disgusting, what a perverted, spineless, dickless - and marketable - stunt. Watch for the refuse to turn up on Ebay....
Eeeeewwww...
Sorry HF, but I'd rather see my husband's quasi-hairless chest any time of the day... Heck, I'd rather watch The Full Monty forty times than watch your chest!
My advice to you: keep your shirt on. Let the ladies dream a little... Oh, wait! Too late! My bad!
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