I’ve known quite a few crazy women. Two have been absolutely bat-crazy. One is a cousin of mine, and she’s a, well, a complete dog. Another is the wife of a friend of mine. She’s nothing to look at, either.
I have another cousin who looks like a model. She bright, intelligent, and runs her own business.
This stinks horribly of misogyny to me. Like Cat Fight, I think that when one man dates 10 “crazy bitches”, it pays to look at the common denominator. This is just like how men used to think that it was their partner’s fault when they couldn’t have sons, which used to lead to king’s consorts being executed.
Ignoring the silly 10-must rule, I figured I’d do this for shits and giggles for all my major girlfriends, e.g. ones I slept with and dated at least long enough that people said we were boyfriend/girlfriend.
I’ll identify them only by letters, to protect the innocent. And the letters don’t necessarily reflect their real names. So identifier (which is for my benefit) hotness level from 1 to 10 and sanity level from 1 to 10.
K: 9,1
B: 8,5
J: 6,5
A: 6,4
M: 7,7
E: 7,9
Mrs. RickJay is of course a 10/10. K, as I mentioned, was astounding, head-turningly hot and as crazy as a shithouse rat, but after that the correlation falls apart.
I don’t see a correlation. Even if I expand it to one night stands… nope.
Hot. crazy. 5 years later she divorced me. some time after that my army unit was helping with huricane andrew recovery. I knew she lived in Coral Gables Florida. Me and my driver were lost in Coral Gables Florida and stopped at a stop sign. There were trees down everywhere. just as we stopped at a stop sign, a woman right outside my side of the Hummvee (with no door) fired up a chain saw.
Of course my immediate thought was that it was my wife. My second thought was to make my driver go back to our bivouac site so I could get our only two flac vests. one flac vest I would wear around my chest. the other I would wrap around my crotch like a diaper.
In a nutshell, hot women are a mess because they have to maintain their cutesy reputation while surviving in the EEO world. They can neither afford to come across too smart nor too dumb. Walking that kind of tightrope every day of your life, I WAG, drives them to being exactly as your opening statements describe.
Also, I agree with the others that you’re forcing your hypothesis on others via your admittedly unfair scoring system. All it “proves” is what you want it to prove.
The Lovely and Talented Mrs. Shodan is a bit on the eccentric side in many ways. She would almost have to be to marry me, but she is not weird crazy or anything like that. So actual insanity, about 2 or 3; in terms of a different outlook on life, it varies.
In terms of hotness, it is also difficult to quantify.
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We hired a new secretary at work. Fairly attractive, objectively speaking, but when I met her I was surprised at how strongly I reacted to her. I remember saying to myself as I walked away, “Whoa! That’s hot!”
She has light brown hair, blue eyes, a big nose, and a big chest. I went home at the end of the day, and kissed tLaTMS hello.
And noticed that she has light brown hair, blue eyes, a big nose, and a big chest.
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So I am (what - fixated? bonded? imprinted? PW’ed?) to the point that I remain convinced that tLaTMS is a Hot Number. How that should affect her rating on the Hot vs. Nut scale I leave as an exercise for the reader.
Over here we have “pramface” - the kind of 14-year-old you see pushing a buggy.
I did an informal survey of 11 steady relationships I’ve had, and come up with 6.3:4. I refuse to make it add up to 10, because it doesn’t allow enough comparison.
Without the silly total ten limit, some of my more memorable or long-term relationships:
L: 4/5
JM: 8.5/5
A: 6/7
J: 8 (10 butterface)/8
B: 6/6
C: 2/1 (No, she didn’t last long. The one time we had sex, she ended up crying for an hour. Yikes.)
S: 5/7
previous long-term relationship: She was hot. In bed she was all those Penthouse Forum letters rolled into one ball-of-fire. She was also bat-shit psycho self-loathing bi-polar and viciously cruel.
current relationship (wife). *Extremely * attractive. In fact, I’ve had people tell me on more than one occassion that she is the prettiest woman they’ve ever seen. Sort-of plain-jane as far as bedroom antics go, though. Not nearly as whacked out crazy as the one mentioned above. Most of the time she’s, uh, “normal.” She does have her neurotic moments and emotional blow-ups, but *nothing *that remotely compares to the previous.
It’s interesting to see the male equivalent of women who fall for sociopaths.
For some, the instability, wildness and associated risk (physical and mental) translate to “hot”.
I was just reading about a woman who had “bad luck” in her serious relationships. #1 was a marriage that blew up in a short time because her husband cheated on her with multiple other women. #2 fell apart because the guy was insanely possessive and a stalker, and she wound up buying a gun and getting firearms training because she was so scared of him. #3 was apparently normal but lost interest in her completely. #4 was Dr. Michael Swango.
As in mass murderer, Michael Swango.
Some people go for the crazies. Which is fine, except when they complain nonstop about how badly they’re being treated. If “crazy” is “hot” for you, better accept the downside as well.