i've been seeing a lot of patrick swayze recently. i mean, the real patrick swayze. last year, in the dorms, there was a girl who looked exactly like patrick swayze from "ghost", thus earning herself the glorious "p-s-f-g" moniker. i haven't seen her since the end of school. i have been catching patrick swayze himself on tv almost every day, because (i'm guessing) summer is the time to play "ghost" and "dirty dancing" on heavy rotation. and i've come to the conclusion that he's a really strange male romantic lead. he's way fem. way. i'm not by any means calling him homosexual, mostly because a) i don't care either way and b) it wouldn't make "ghost" any less awesome, so again, i don't care. i am, however, mildly to moderately interested in how he became the go-to hot guy in the eighties. he's not really that good-looking, and, as i said, he strikes me as totally fem - as if he spent far more time in the hair and makeup trailer than demi moore and jennifer grey combined. (who, by the way, is jennifer beals? does she exist? because i always think jennifer beals was in "dirty dancing." is beals the "flashdance" girl?). swayze's hair is always perfectly coiffed and he's forever brooding and he always, always, always finds a way to wear next-to-nothing or a spandex dance costume. i do love p.s., i truly do, but i just don't get it. how can a man so muscle-y and sharp-jawed seem, to me, like more of a meg ryan than a brad pitt?
i have lots of time think about such really powerful things when i'm withering away at work.
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