So y’all know I’m a fangirl right? If you don’t then obviously this is the first time you’ve ever visited my blog. I mean, yes, I’m a writer of steamy romance, but every girl has to have a muse right? Besides, reading the same three posts over and over about how GREAT my books are and where I get my ideas is just boring as hell. So I often digress into prattling on and on about various and sundry pop culture obsessions. Okay, so maybe just #Benedict Cumberbatch (like that hashtag? hehe.. I made it myself). So let me start off by telling why I like him. I mean, there are many folks out there who don’t get it. He describes himself as looking like a posh alien and in a way he does I suppose. My sister, Lucy Blue, once said that he looked like he was some kind of alien shapeshifter who only had some vague idea of what a human was supposed to look like. Ben (why yes, I like to be on a first name basis with my muses), has also said that his long face and neck generally implies some kind of inbreeding. If that’s so, then truly incest is the best. Honestly, I think he’s ethereally physically attractive. I like striking features, what can I say? But all that aside– that is only 5% of why I like him. Ok, maybe 10%. The rest of it has absolutely nothing to do with what he looks like.
1: I’m a sapiosexual and that boy has an impressive brain. He has a command of language and it’s obvious that he does not get his world view from the crawl on Yahoo. Watching him being interviewed, while he usually seems at ease and is always personable, you can see him thinking. When he talks about reading books, you know he’s telling the truth and not just being photographed holding them because he can talk intelligently about them. Upon being asked which ones are his favorites, they are not trendy books that EVERYONE has read, but books for which a movie hasn’t been made.
2. Talent. If you’ve been living under a rock and haven’t seen any of the movies/ television in which Cumberbatch has appeared this year, then you have to check one out to see what I mean. I mean, we all have actors we think are good: Russell Crowe, Tom Hanks, Meryl Streep, Daniel Day-Lewis. And those folks are great, but holy shit— I’ve never seen anything like BC (yeah, he’s got his own abbreviation too. shush… get yer own!). I’m a theater nerd from way back and was, in fact, on a slow moving train wreck to being an actress myself (story for another time). So I feel pretty snobby when evaluating actors. If they aren’t good, I can’t be bothered. Even if they look like they were carved out of cream cheese, I just can’t like them. I’m not naming any names (ahem… James Franco…) but if you can’t act, don’t be an actor. Your angelic face and heavenly body will be lost on me. This is why I can’t get excited about Magic Mike 2 (I didn’t even see the first one) or The Fast and the Furious franchise. Honestly kids, go and find the BBC movie about Stephen Hawking. Cumberbatch plays the title role and his portrayal of fear, sadness, determination, genius, elation and hope– even without dialogue– is just breathtaking. And don’t get me started on the physicality that role demands.
CLICK HERE to watch part of “Hawking.”
3. And he’s a nice fucking guy. When did this become such a rare commodity? He’s always polite (even in situations when, by all rights, he probably shouldn’t have been), personable, quick to compliment, funny, tolerant, and just a genuinely nice person. He doesn’t take himself too seriously and knows that fame is fleeting. He strikes me as a guy that, although he’s quickly becoming a superstar, would still shop at your grocery store and help you get something off the top shelf if you asked (this is important to me– I’m only 5’2″ and have T-Rex arms). And as of yet, we haven’t seen any stories about him beating the shit out of some schmuck who put their cell phone in his face to snap a picture while he was standing at a urinal taking a piss. And yes, he’s reached that point in his celestial path where people have made him an unfeeling object. People who would have no trouble whatsoever in walking up to him and snapping his picture at point blank range without so much as a “hello.” And the fact that he hasn’t clobbered someone yet speaks volumes.
Okay, now that I’ve finished gushing, let’s get to what brought this to mind today. I was reading a site called Celebitchy today, having followed links, and got to a page that was talking about Ben’s recent stint in Malaysia (he hosted the Laureus Awards and did some presenting for the BBC at the Formula One Championship last weekend). The article was snarky, but complimentary for the most part until it got to the end where the writer was talking about how he seemed to be trying to “butch up” his image and I thought— wait, what? “Butch” up his image. As if he’s been effeminate up to now? And then I thought– ohhhh…. American girls are weird.
We seem to be having some kind of cultural crisis in America right now, ladies and it’s time we talked it over. It seems to me that over the past several years, we’ve taken a real swan dive in the qualities we value. It seems that we can’t be bothered with men who aren’t impossibly beautiful (as in photoshop beautiful), cut like Greek statues or adults. That’s right, I said it. In our Red Bull guzzling, not going to work so we can play video games, teetotalling, Frat Boy arrested development male culture in America, we seem to have forgotten what real men are. So now we’ve decided that any man who dresses like an adult (meaning he wears a freshly laundered button down shirt or dress pants or God forbid– a suit), shaves regularly, combs his hair and has a real job is gay or effeminate or a snob that thinks they’re better than everyone. And I’m so sick of it! I love men. MEN. Not boys. And Benedict Cumberbatch is very obviously a man. Just because he prefers a gin and tonic to Budweiser should not imply that he needs to “butch up.”
Isn’t he cute!
As an aside, my husband combs his hair every day, wears clean clothes and has a real job. He also has a Master’s degree in history, a funny accent and an IQ well over 140. He doesn’t like racing or video games though– maybe he needs to butch up his image. #NothingToDoWithWriting