Seventy percent of human communication is nonverbal. It’s not hard to understand, then, all the sexuality issues people have in the modern day.
Take women, for example.
How do they learn that menagerie of moods, expressions, poses, tricks, and machinations that make them so seductive? They learn by observing and copying. Their teachers are those with the most enviable attributes — hourglass waist and a generous bustline.
Now, what happens when a femme fatale in training latches onto a classy dame with silicone boobs? The wannabe assumes this buxom gal is the real thing and copies all her moves (consciously or not).
After a few more iterations of this facade, the art of seduction is so watered down as to be unrecognizable. Thus, lesbians are born.
The lead actress in this film is the real deal. Her moves are fluid, her body language is organic (orgasmic), her facial expressions are genuine, and her body is prime grade beef. The contrast with every other actress is mind boggling.
And so, it’s not at all hard to understand how strong her pull is on the poor guy in the film. To think of all that money women spend on clothes, jewelry, plastic surgery, and shoes — when all they really need is genuine sex appeal learned from hanging out with the real deal.
Ditto for the big-haired James Bond men us guys subconsciously model our behavior on. (The flaming fag in this film sure got it wrong.) They’re all feminized by Rogaine, hence the rash of homosexuals among men.
Think Roger Moore versus Sean Connery.
No pussy galore for 007.
