Jude the not so obscure

What Jude Law's exposed manhood can teach us about straight chicks, porn, and why size really, really doesn't matter.


Sheerly Avni
August 18, 2005 11:40PM (UTC)

Poor Jude Law. First he gets busted bopping the nanny, then he gets caught in flagrante, all alone, in all his glorious, flag-waving, free-falling euphemism, stark nakedness outside his mother's house in France. The blogosphere is all abuzz about Mr. Law's particular parts, and if you haven't seen them by now, you're either dead or on dial-up. And if you're a man, you're either wincing in sympathy with Mr. Law or secretly asking yourself a question no man should ever have to face: How do I measure up to People magazine's Sexiest Man Alive?

I can't speak for gay men (they are speaking for themselves), but since you're asking, please let me step in and say as a woman who knows you won't believe me: Barring freaks of nature on both extremes, size doesn't matter. And these photos prove it.

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Not because of Mr. Law's merits or demerits, depending on where you stand on the cut/uncut shower/grower divides but because, and can I say it again, please? We really don't care.

But you're not listening, are you. All you're thinking is: How do I measure up to Jude Law?

Sigh, OK. First, the bad news:

Naked, clothed, upside down, from the back, from the front, you will never look as good as Jude Law. No one looks as good as Jude Law. Not even, given the miracles of makeup and airbrushing, Jude Law. (On the other hand, if you're not screwing your baby sitter, you've just scored some major points.) And as for the size thing, we know you won't believe us, you think it's the female equivalent of "I'll call you" or "No, I wasn't looking at that woman," but really, what makes that picture hot has nothing to do with Mr. Law's impressiveness or lack thereof. Remember that most women are notoriously uninterested in porn images, which is why Playgirl will never outsell Penthouse, Hustler, Beaverama, Teens With Horses or whatever other mags we like to pretend you don't keep hidden under your beds. For most of us, the ideal porn movie would be a man saying, "You're right, you're right" while doing the dishes, over and over again. Which leads us to...

The good news:

What turns us on is not perfect images of supersize beefcake, oiled and ready to please. What works for us is intimacy, or the illusion thereof. And that's the illusion these photos bring, precisely because it's a shot no one would ever pose for -- Jude Law, sans fluffer. It jibes with the most precious images from our most private memories, not only just before, but just after. In other words, those pictures are hot because when we look at them, we're not thinking of Jude Law, we're thinking of you: Our husbands, our boyfriends, not the strangers but the men we've known.

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In fact, if more women's porn would speak back to that part of our imagination, we'd probably buy it, and put to rest the whole myth that visuals don't do it for us. They do if they're the right visuals and they let us pretend, for even one second, that Jude Law is our boyfriend.

But it's only because he reminds us of you, baby. We promise.

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Sheerly Avni

Sheerly Avni is a freelance writer living in Oakland.

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