Don’t Hate Me Because I’m Beautiful

Seema accidentally put me in mind of yet another possible answer to the question Why Khan? Perish the very thought, but Why Khan? might be suspected to have the same answer as Why Angel? or Why Scott? - that is, I might love him for his pecs alone, for his Latin and leather manliness. I might even like Magneto for the black cape, shiny helmet, and well-preserved good looks.

The truth is that I’m not attracted to the vapid type, to Volvo Boy or the One-Eyed Insomnia Cure, because I don’t see any character in their faces. I prefer a good genocidal maniac, or even a lovesick platinum-blonde vampire. The Keanu Reeves phenomenon, in which fangirls swoon over (allegedly) pretty faces who can’t act their way out of a paper bag, is a deep mystery to me.

So I don’t love Khan because he’s beautiful; he’s beautiful because he’s lovable.

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