Zen and the Art of Tightrope Walking explains today about the uncanny appeal of the person who might be characterized as "a hot mess."
Now, one could view this as objectification or, as I do, the recognition that sizzling attractiveness does not require conventional symmetrical orderly beauty.
At a spa where I was teaching writing a few years ago there was a yoga teacher who appeared to be physically perfect in the tan-toned-blonde-surfer-yogini way. She also taught in complete sentences without noticeable second thoughts or hesitations. The effect was striking, but a male friend in that yoga class confided afterward: "I'd be afraid to touch her." And he was not a shy guy.
I was having lunch later in the spa dining room at a table of women, when someone said, "She was in the hot tub nude yesterday afternoon." All knew who "she" was. One of the other women said in mock-aggrieved tones: "Oh, why would she do that?"
Like I say, perfection is eye-catching. Fortunately for most of us, a warmly rumpled and flawed sort of beauty can be just as magnetic.