The title music from the TV series Chuck is based on Cake’s song “Short Skirt/Long Jacket”. I quite like the song; it has this catchy tune, it’s got funny lyrics and most importantly – it’s featured on every episode of Chuck.
Even though Chuck rids the song of its lyrics, I do like the association created by the song’s most notable line: “I want a girl with a short skirt and a lonnnng jacket…”
It brings me back to my days of D&D. Try the song for yourselves and see what you think:
In the specific context of the series Chuck, the role of the short skirted girl with the long jacket that is there to fulfil the fantasies of this world's young nerds lies with Yvonne Stahovski. As I said already, I think she’s one of the best looking humans I have ever seen on a screen (things look different in real life when stars are almost always shorter than expected), but then again I am heavily influenced by her likeness fulfilling that exact role to specification in my favourite video game of all times.
As I also said, I think the show over-relies (or rather, relied) on Strhovski's looks. Therefore, the interesting question, as far as I am concerned, is what it takes for a person to be typecast into the role of the female with the perfect genes.
I was contemplating that question the other day upon visiting what is by now one of my favourite Melbourne restaurants: a place specializing in Israeli food. The combination of it being the food I like the most (mmm… humus…) and the general unavailability of such foods elsewhere in Australia makes that restaurant quite the Mecca for yours truly.
This time around I notices something else about the place I failed to register before: all the restaurant’s people attending to the diners were females. Not only that, they were all young females (I would put my money on them being students). Not only that, they were all quite attractive (note I am trying not to reduce the level of discussion in this blog; I shall leave the description at that level). In other words, the various waitresses looked as if they were recruited from some sort of a modelling agency.
If we ignore the restaurant’s employee selection criteria for now, I did find myself asking: how come these girls are running around people carrying trays of humus, while the not too dissimilar Strahovski is off to the States to fill in the shoes of Ms Perfect?
I suspect there are a few factors involved in this exercise of fate. Strhovski is obviously talented; it’s obvious it’s her looks that get her to further places, but I see no reason for her not to grow to receive acknowledgement for her acting prowess. It sounds like she received the full backing of her parents, too, and it is clear that in order to get to where she’s at a lot of determination and perseverance were required.
All of the above are nice, but as my restaurant experience demonstrates there are plenty of fish in the sea. So how could one makes it where hundreds, thousands and obviously much more fail? The only answer I can come up with is luck. Or, to be more precise, a collection of factors out of our hands: things like being at the right place in the right time.
This post might have started though a discussion on ideal female beauty, but the point I am trying to make is to do with something completely different. Through our culture we are all exposed to the American Dream of rising from the mire to make it big time (where big time is almost always synonymous with big money). Some of us make it, but judging by the number of successful TV series vs. the number of aspiring heroes and heroines most of us are destined to carry plates of humus.
And you know what? There is nothing wrong with carrying humus. The problem is not with humus; the problem is with a society that infuses itself with the drug of a dream that is generally unfeasible. Reality will knock on the door, eventually, just like age and potentially child bearing will on Strahovski’s looks. On the positive side, if she plays her cards right, she will be better for it; there is nothing preventing us from playing our cards right, too.