Toronto native and Canadian MGTOW Vlogger Sandman on women, makeup and misrepresentation.
Having a front-row seat living in the MGTOW per-capital of the world, Sandman punches out some excellent vids and anecdotal thoughts… but this one is on a subject far more universal.
When I was 17, I male-modelled for a Canadian fashion show and photographic print spread for Lipton’s clothing which sold elegance on Toronto’s version of Rodeo Drive known as Hazleton Lanes / Bloor Street , and at Holt Renfrew, a Canadian upscale shopping center like Saks 5th Avenue, or Barney’s – where a cashmere scarf might have cost $900… 20 years ago.
I was no professional model. Only chosen to be in the shoot with her. Like Ryan Seacrest is not a singer or talent expert, but he hosts American Idol. I remember walking in for the photo shoot with her where we were introduced, and she was in completely casual clothing clutching a coffee.
My first thought: “You’ve got to be kidding me. She’s a model?”
Unexpectedly tall. Manjaw. Teeth weren’t great. And her hair was a mess. Passing her on the street, you wouldn’t have given her a second look. She was going to model five elegant evening dresses and outfits.
OK, if you say so. (This will be interesting)
Then they got her ready.
When she appeared all dressed and made up by professionals and the lights hit her, the transformation was…. UNBELIEVABLE.
It was not the same woman. Well, it was. But you wouldn’t have believed it either. Her entire attitude had changed too. I was floored. Then I saw the polaroids which they took first. I looked at the polaroid… then I looked at her. Then took a double take and everyone laughed, congratulating themselves on packaging and presenting her in a way that she just doesn’t resemble in person.
Totally unrecognizable.
The most remarkable difference was her sudden change in attitude. When we met, she was “normal” and behaved normally, friendly, and even though I was not an experienced model, we were “peers”. But when she was armed with the tools of dissimulation, her chin was higher. She looked down her nose at me and gave me “attitude“.
It was as if a cartoon bubble appeared over her head which said:
If you are a man, I know you want to be WITH me.
… and I disrespect you for it.
This was not in my imagination just because she looked different. She actually behaved like a different person – as if her presence and entire persona suddenly became “unattaintable”. She acted as if she was “too good to talk to me”. You know what I’m talking about.
It’s an act. And that’s all it is.
In the real world, she would have walked into a room and men would have certainly turned their heads. Most of them might even convince themselves that she is unattainable too, and there would be a self-created barrier in their perceptions which was tangible enough to make a man think of her as unapproachable. But she was not unapproachable. She was not even unattainable.
She only behaved that way.
In the photos, even I looked better than usual, but I didn’t change my behavior and I didn’t spend 90 minutes getting ready. When the shoot was over, I asked if I could get a discount on one of the dresses – which my prom date eventually bought and wore to her high-school graduation the following year.
The magazine spread hit the shelves shortly after and I picked up 10 copies for myself and family. But that’s not the point. The point is, if you have ever felt like you were lacking in the “looks” department, you can bet even professional models are too. When women behave like they are “too good”for you, or think they are “out of your league”…. it all washes off with soap and water.
And you can feel good about it, because men look better without makeup.
