On Being a Legs Man

This started out as a very simple post about legs and Dorothy Ward.  Unfortunately one sentence led to another and the next thing I had a paragraph, then another and now it's quite out of control.

I have always understood than men are either 'legs men' or 'boobs men'. I apologise if anyone finds this indelicate or un-pc but c'est la vie no-one objected when I made the statement on a post a few weeks ago.  

Arising out of that post and of one by someone on Facebook (I can't recall what or by whom) I made the comment again that I was of the 'legs' persuasion and in the course of conversation it was suggested that, apart from this being very shallow, it put me into a small minority. I couldn't agree more that, if that was the sole way of judging a person, it would be very shallow and, in fact, this very subject cropped up recently in SP's post Kissing Frogs . Arising out of that I commented that I had been thinking about the issue of brains v looks. What one person fancies in looks is not necessarily what another fancies. It suddenly occurred to me that when we find someone whom we fancy for their personality and wit and whatever then we suddenly see them as attractive physically regardless of what they look like to other people. If someone is looking for looks alone then I would suggest that they are looking for someone who will make them feel good in a trophy-hunting sort of way. "Look, world, what I have bagged".  Now that really would be shallow. 

However returning to the original topic of legs I think I know exactly where and when I became a legs man and it is all owed to Dorothy Ward . Who was Dorothy Ward?   For the answer to that please follow the link and you may be astonished at the fame a pantomime and music hall star could have in the first half of the twentieth century.  For me, though, it was her performance as the principal boy in Dick Whittington at the Pavillion Theatre in Liverpool when I was a youngster.   I thought it was earlier but it would appear to have been in 1957 when she was 67 years old - the same age as I am now.  She must have been remarkably fit for her age because I recall her not only looking very attractive but also spending a lot of time dancing.  There is a photo of her dated 1954 in the website which I would love to show but as it will be copyright I will just ask you to have a look at the link.  

I know that beauty is not just skin deep but nice legs do, I have to say,  have a certain attraction.