Megan Fox, Shaken, Not Stirred

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Megan Fox
As I passed a beautiful woman on 7th Avenue today, I couldn't help notice that she smelled like the beach, a wonderful mix of suntan lotion, sea air and baked sand that makes your lungs stretch and blood pulse. But we were at Park Slope, not Paradise Island. Maybe my senses have been programmed by years of Sports Illustrated Swimsuit Issues with recurring captions such as "Beauty and the Beach" to associate the two. By the way, has anyone ever read anything other than the captions in those issues?
Megan Fox
That scent, fresh and invigorating seems to fly in the face of our modern perception of beauty, or does it? No one is hotter than Megan Fox right now who presents a juxtaposition of angelic beauty with an edge defined by her prominent tattoos. Transfixed, we follow whatever she does. She insults Michael Bay and gets dropped from the Transformers sequel only to appear in Eminem and Rihanna's Love The Way You Lie video, which had a much bigger audience.


Megan Fox
Then a commercial from Armani called "the Tip" spreads like wild fire across the web with catcalls of "oh, she looks too thin," which makes as much sense to me as the idea that a Ferrari looks too fast. Leave it to the Italians who instinctively possess the knowledge of where the rubber meets the road in the fast lane.
Angelina Jolie
The comparisons between Megan Fox and Angelina Jolie are inevitable, although fans of Angelina cringe, citing her Oscar, depth of character and her ability to devour Brad Pitt like a puma in the night as insurmountable points of differentiation. Personality aside, their beauty is insanely comparable, which makes me think Megan has looked up to Angelina in anticipation that she would take the Olympic torch of Athena from her one day.


Angelina Jolie
Angelina Jolie and Megan Fox are to this generation what Marlon Brando and James Dean were to an earlier one: badass rebels who drip cool from every pore and whose images inspire millions to purchase t-shirts, cigarettes, fast cars, motorcycles, Eminem records and blue jeans. I hope it's a good long time before the pendulum swings back to the masculine side. We'll probably have to wait for the next Sean Connery, Liam Neeson or Ozzy Osbourne to be born as Justin Bieber would get his ass kicked by Megan Fox, although Angelina would probably nurse him back to health. Hey, the kid's on a roll.
Nita Naldi by Alberto Vargas.
Femme fatales and women who walk on the dark side have been alluring for quite some time, but when did it become socially acceptable? What promulgated phrases such as "dangerous beauty" and later "safe sex." The painting Nita Naldi by Alberto Vargas flirted with the idea in 1923 and his portraits seem to beget the fascination the world would have with Marilyn Monroe. Marilyn may have tipped the scale from boys to girls, which may explain why Megan Fox has her tattooed on her right forearm or why New York Magazine's portfolio of "Lindsay Lohan as Marilyn Monroe" in 2008 was widely popular.
Marilyn Monroe

The edge. As Hunter Thompson so eloquently put: the only ones that truly know where it is are the ones who have gone over it. Marilyn certainly did. Let's hope Lindsay abandons the hunt and swings back to where Angelina Jolie resides, creative, beautiful, maternal and still able to jab her six-inch heel through a heart quicker than a bullet from Wild Bill Hickock.

 As I peruse the voluminous library of images these women have bestowed upon the world, it's easy to see why we are so fascinated and drawn to their beauty, which burns so intensely that its mark remains even after it smolders.


Lindsay Lohan
As for Megan Fox, I wonder what it would be like to stumble upon her in a cafe or a tattoo parlor. I wonder what it would be like to pass by her on the street. I bet she smells like the beach.