So with everything going on in our lives, there's "no room for these men in our imagination". In Gabriel Marquez's short story "The Handsomest Drowned Man in the World", the women go crazy over the dead man that washed up on the shore. What gets me is... He's dead. The dude is dead. Yet the ladies are still mezmorized by the "tallest, strongest, most virile, and best built man they had ever seen". I can understand drooling over a guy, I mean we all do that. But naming a DEAD man and giving him all the royalty of your village? Talk about love at first sight
Just shows how crazy women can get over a good looking guy. Even better, a guy that doesn't exist anymore, or never did. I guess it's not our fault.
