Olive Oyl and Popeye

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Olive Oyl and Popeye

How often do you see a couple and think "what the hell does she see in him?" or, of course, the other way around, "man, what's he thinking?" That's how I feel about these two. I mean, Olive Oyl? She has to be the original Twiggy, without the nice rack. And Popeye. How many characters are there out there where you say, "Gee, Robin Williams maybe isn't so bad looking." But there might, in fact, be a logical reason to explain their apparent mutual attraction. Take a look at dem feet! My God, that's it! They are both crazy, hopeless foot fetishists. Popeye's are huge, even by the standards of short, stocky sea men. And Olive Oyl's are, and I'm trying to be sensitive here, freakishly and disgustingly gigantic for anyone who claims to be remotely feminine. So there you go. Don't judge the way two people look until you have a chance to walk a mile inside of their shoes.