Seymour Flops
Diamond Member
First of all, I understand that women have no obligation to look attractive for me. Not saying that they do. But I do enjoy admiring beautiful women, especially the gorgeous ladies of all kinds we have in Texas.
Except in Austin.
I couldn't help but notice by the end of the first day of a three day mini-cation that ended yesterday, that there were almost no women worth looking at. In fact, most were women that I actually turned my eyes away from. The men also. I don't watch men the same way I watch women, but I can be repelled by a particularly unattractive man, and that described almost all of them in that city. I didn't figure out why until the last day. More than one reason:
1. No one was trying to attractive. There were not as many dyed haired types wanting to look freaky as we have in Houston. I thought Austin would be full of them. But to die the hair multi-colors and to wear a nose ring, and chains for a belt requires effort, and the effort was missing. In Houston, even the freaks go for an asthetic apeal. Same in Dallas, San Antonio and Corpus.
2. Tall women with broad shoulders, wearing loose jeans. Outside Austin, I automatically think "trannie," but in Austin it took me a while to snap to that. Because in Houston, we have plenty of trannies. The first sign is that they are overly made up, like paradies of women. In Austin, the trannies don't gussy up, because they're not trying to be pretty girls, they just think they are really girls and wear the same frumpy clothes that other Austin girls do, but look even worse in them.
3. No one was smiling. In the Houston area, anywhere I go in public, people are smiling and happy. They make jokes, they laugh, they carry on happy conversations. Even if they are not smiling and laughing, they have blissful expressions on their faces, or determined expressions, or curious expressions. In Austin I would best describe the typical expression as funerial. Really grim. But not like a funeral for and old person who lived a long life and left them an inheritance. More like after a funeral for their only friend whose financial support they lived on and will now be gone. Everyone looks like that.
The architecture in Austin reminds me of the Soviet Union. Completely functional and really grim looking. I mentioned all this to my son and he said that it is Brutalism. I've heard of Brutalism as a form of archeticture, but he says it is also the new thing for hipsters to never look happy. It's worse than Goth. At least in Houston, the Goth kids were cynical nihilists, but they seem to at least enjoy their perceved superiority to the conformists.
I saw one good looking woman in Austin and that was in the poker room. The people there were more peppy than other Austinites, but not nearly as rowdy and fun-loving as Houston players.
I was starting to wonder if maybe dressing cute was out of style for women, until we hit the Buc-ee's halfway home. Like diving into a pool of cool drinking water after walking throught the desert.
Except in Austin.
I couldn't help but notice by the end of the first day of a three day mini-cation that ended yesterday, that there were almost no women worth looking at. In fact, most were women that I actually turned my eyes away from. The men also. I don't watch men the same way I watch women, but I can be repelled by a particularly unattractive man, and that described almost all of them in that city. I didn't figure out why until the last day. More than one reason:
1. No one was trying to attractive. There were not as many dyed haired types wanting to look freaky as we have in Houston. I thought Austin would be full of them. But to die the hair multi-colors and to wear a nose ring, and chains for a belt requires effort, and the effort was missing. In Houston, even the freaks go for an asthetic apeal. Same in Dallas, San Antonio and Corpus.
2. Tall women with broad shoulders, wearing loose jeans. Outside Austin, I automatically think "trannie," but in Austin it took me a while to snap to that. Because in Houston, we have plenty of trannies. The first sign is that they are overly made up, like paradies of women. In Austin, the trannies don't gussy up, because they're not trying to be pretty girls, they just think they are really girls and wear the same frumpy clothes that other Austin girls do, but look even worse in them.
3. No one was smiling. In the Houston area, anywhere I go in public, people are smiling and happy. They make jokes, they laugh, they carry on happy conversations. Even if they are not smiling and laughing, they have blissful expressions on their faces, or determined expressions, or curious expressions. In Austin I would best describe the typical expression as funerial. Really grim. But not like a funeral for and old person who lived a long life and left them an inheritance. More like after a funeral for their only friend whose financial support they lived on and will now be gone. Everyone looks like that.
The architecture in Austin reminds me of the Soviet Union. Completely functional and really grim looking. I mentioned all this to my son and he said that it is Brutalism. I've heard of Brutalism as a form of archeticture, but he says it is also the new thing for hipsters to never look happy. It's worse than Goth. At least in Houston, the Goth kids were cynical nihilists, but they seem to at least enjoy their perceved superiority to the conformists.
I saw one good looking woman in Austin and that was in the poker room. The people there were more peppy than other Austinites, but not nearly as rowdy and fun-loving as Houston players.
I was starting to wonder if maybe dressing cute was out of style for women, until we hit the Buc-ee's halfway home. Like diving into a pool of cool drinking water after walking throught the desert.
in there, didn't ya?
