Ha, knew that would get your attention. The season two episode The Final Cut follows a filmmaking crew traipsing around the Galactica, shooting a documentary. At one point, they end up in the officer’s locker room, with Apollo (Jamie Bamber) clad in a towel which slowly slips down, first to reveal a thigh, then to be clutched precariously at the centre of his abdomen. At this point, I was leaning forward, mouth agape, praying for the towel to fall. I even watched the tape again several times in the hope this time, the towel would fall.
My point? Later, I got to thinking about how many other women – and men – had thought the same thing watching that scene. I know plenty of women who’ve paid out good money at the cinemas or sat through bad DVDs because Ewan Macgregor/Jude Law/Liam Neeson gets their gear off. (Hey, notice they’re all from the UK? And Americans call them prudish!) Women, I have found, are no less inclined towards pretty male bodies wrapped up in nothing at all then men are towards women of the same calibre.
The only difference, I would say, is that women tend to like their naked pretty things to have some kind of substance as a character, the nudity to have context. Not that I’ve ever seen it, but some hot stud wandering into frame for no apparent reason would not turn me on. Apollo caught, quite literally, with his pants down, along with half his crew, well, that’s kind of drool-worthy.
The difference? Some blond, buff male posing vacantly, existing only as eye candy, isn’t hot to me. But a fleshed-out character who’s towel almost falls down in a realistic scenario is.
I don’t know how many women relate to this distinction, and how many would happily take the blond, buff male. But I do know that idea that ‘women aren’t into male nudity’ is absolute rubbish.
Just ask all the women who watch that Final Cut tape over and over.