) — While the world continues to mourn the loss of film critic Roger Ebert, who died last week at the age of 70, and celebrate his love of film, many also have been introduced to his other great love: his wife, Chaz.
In it he cited one of the main attributes that drew him to her.
“I liked her looks, her voluptuous figure, and the way she presented herself.” The line stood out because we live in a society that dictates that there is a certain “type” of woman to whom powerful men are supposed to gravitate.
That type is often a certain complexion, a size 2, with long, flowing hair (either her own or purchased from someone).
To be clear, I am not “hating” on women who fit this traditional standard of “perfect” beauty.
But I am “hating” on the idea that there is only one definition — which seems to get narrower with each passing year.
Yet when Ebert met his wife — who is a dark, chocolate-brown, voluptuous, African-American woman — he was at the height of his career.
He was a nationally recognized 50-year-old man with power and money, and the woman he found so beautiful that he actually made up an excuse to garner an introduction to her in a crowded restaurant is someone who epitomizes African-American beauty.
He wrote of her tenure, “She organized my contracts, protected my interests, negotiated, wheeled and dealed.
I’ve never understood business and have no patience with business meetings or legal details.