Charles Ingalls – Little House on the Prairie
I enjoy a simple man. Give me a man like Charles Ingalls any day of the week. It doesn’t take much to make him happy: a good stew on the fire, a warm blanket, and all his unfortunate-looking daughters gathered around him. Charles seems really easy to please, and boy, what a relief that would be these days.
Charles Ingalls, aside from performing all the heteronormative gender roles (and doing so really well, I might add) was incredibly attractive. I know we’re not really supposed to notice how dashing he is in his hand-sewn shirt and leather suspenders. We’re supposed to admire his work-ethic, his devotion to his family, his sense of fairness and justice. Yeah, yeah. But have you seen that head of hair?
Michael Landon knew exactly what he was doing when he let that glorious mane free. He knew all the moms in the audience were lusting after him. You think it was an accident that he chopped wood without his shirt, but with his suspenders? Since Little House on the Prairie aired during my formative years, I firmly believe Charles Ingalls helped shape me. To this day, I can’t resist a rugged man who swings a hammer. Can you blame me when they make ’em like this?
I’ll admit, it feels a little yucky to objectify a man as honorable as Charles Ingalls. But those are the ones that deserve all the credit. Not only is this many dashing and handsome, he’s also generous, kind, thoughtful, and protective. You just can’t find fault with Mr. Ingalls.