For a stunning example of men being from Mars, ask one to tell you how he feels about Sarah Jessica Parker. Better yet, ask my husband Karl.
"The adjective 'vile' comes to mind," he scoffed.
He also, for reasons I'll never fully understand, is quite certain SJP beats the livers out of husband Matthew Broderick. "Seriously," he told me, "the guy looks like a battered wife."
I have only seen Karl react this way once before, when he unleashed his wrath on Oprah Winfrey, whose eponymously named magazine was among the slew of women's magazines I was reading as part of a yearlong experiment to better my life through the how-do wisdom of glossies like Cosmo, Glamour, and, of course, the big O herself. I chronicled the good, the bad, and the unfortunate choices in lipstick on the pages of my memoir, Up for Renewal: What Magazines Taught Me About Love, Sex, and Starting Over.
Up until then, I had thought SJP, who was (in)famously awarded the title of unsexiest women alive by readers of Maxim, was an anomaly, hated by men for the same reasons women loved her. But then I started reading Oprah's rag and realized that she holds an equally powerful dividing rod.
The truth is, I can understand why a woman like Sarah Jessica Parker instinctively confounds men. She is powerful but she is not a looker. Unlike, say, Angelina Jolie, whose power is accepted, entrenched, and monetized in her booby sex appeal, SJP, the personified middle finger to conventional beauty, is not a touchable commodity. And yet, despite turning off legions of laddie mag readers and inspiring a website called sarahjessicaparkerlookslikeahorse.com, Ms. Parker has earned more than her three aesthetically acceptable SATC co-stars combined, thanks to a series of lucrative advertising deals.