For the love of Pamela
Dear Regular Guy,
Why is my man still so damned excited whenever he sees Pamela Anderson? Is he really that easily pleased?
Ms D. Parton.
Dear Ms Parton,
We can't help it. There is something about intelligent, deep, altruistic women that attracts us. They express their powerfully emotive thoughts about the world in which they live and the people they share it with, and we are putty in their hands.
I'm no expert but your man is probably powerless to resist the way she selflessly devotes her life to promoting women's rights and er...stuff.
The fact she has massive tits and a mouth dirty enough to fit Tommy-Lee in it is just a bonus, I'd imagine.
In all honesty I was never a big Pamela fan. In my Baywatch youth I was far more interested in Yasmine Bleeth and Erika Eleniak. Now they were properly sexy ladies. I had planned to marry Yasmine. Unfortunately, international airmail was not exactly the most reliable form of communication and so my proposal must have got lost in the post because she never replied and I had to cancel the cake. Sadly Twitter hadn't been invented back in the Baywatch days because 140 characters would have been more than enough for me to have conveyed my feelings for her strongly enough for a positive response; meanwhile I had Erika lined up as a possible mistress-cum-au-pair. Maintaining Erika's eyebrows looked like too expensive a task to consider her as a serious marriage contender but I figured she'd be fun to have about the place helping with the kids.
Erika aside, I really was never into blonde plastic-fantastic stars such as Pamela, so it's hard to honestly say why men still obsess over her. Brunettes and redheads are far sexier and as I've said repeatedly here at ‘In The Powder Room', "Natural - Natural - Natural". Actually I've never said that before but it's a reflection of what I always say which is that the sexiest women on the planet are the ones who simply have the confidence to be themselves. Plastic, self-obsessed, vain women may very well look good on screen but even in 3D there is still no depth to them and that's all there is to it. Yasmine had depth - I'm sure she still does.
In the same way that you never get completely over your schoolyard crushes and still get a slight buzz when you see old pictures put up of them on Facebook, we men never really get over the first celebrity we * ahem - share * an intimate bath with. When a teenage boy locks himself in the bathroom with a celebrity, she becomes unwittingly entwined in a romance that will last for a lifetime. This is why I will never hear a bad word said about Nastassja Kinski.
If your man was 12 or 13 when Pammy was at her prime then I'm afraid you are going to have to accept there will always be a semi-soft spot in his heart for her.