While considering the merit of great philosophers some considerations go by the wayside. The question I pose to this body here assembled is this: Who composed the sexiest philosophy of all time, and why is it so damn sexy?
My own humble nomination goes for the philosophy of Plato. What could be sexier that the perfect Form? Also the increadible endurance of this philosophy is certinaly not a turn-off.
What’s your take?
My vote goes to Leibniz. He was a rather “universal” man for his age, and he put all his feverish observations into his philosophy. He was inventive, he had large antennas that prefigurated subsequent revolutions in physics. His speach is not very abstruse, though it is thick and dense, his monads are hot and trendy, he is neither ostentatious nor simple, plus that his system emanates a certain contagious optimism. Not to mention that we live in the best of possible worlds. Very Claudia Schiffer, that.
Heh 
I’d have to go with Ludwig W. I mean, he has it all; passion with intense repressed desire, angst, mood swings, er, a sulky temper, obsessive perfectionism… okey. So he’s not that great really.
The sexiest philosopher is Simone D’beauvoir.
However, the sexiest philosophy belongs to Berkeley because his reasoning moves in quick repetive circles…mmm…mmm…ooooh.
The Marquis ain’t too shabby either. If I recall the crux of his philosophy is that women should be open to anal sex. How can you argue with that?
“Please no! Ow! Ow! Gaah!” slapping noise “wrong hole jerk!”
Dan:
“The truth of the spirit is beyond any emotion the body can muster. What happens when the emotion of the body and the truth of the spirit unite? Then i will love you. Not even death can stop me. Submit to me! You will never feel pain again. I am your weakness because i am your need, and now you must submit and realize your ultimet solution is at hand!”
ect, ect.
I write and stuff, i dunno… Things change.
Rebel against your want, submit to your need.
It is a strange mix of “self denile. letting go” and “you cant stop me from taking what i need from you”. It applies to your entire life and being.
(* Raises eyebrow *)
Who i am and what i believe is still a work-in-progress though.
I think my own philosophies are the sexiest though!
[size=75](No presise detials on demi’s way. got his rating. (“M”)
“The animal self is the purest of holy, but the mind must guide it to safety”)[/size]
What gender are you, i wonder?
If thee is shee, i must say:
“You never had to or should take even one oz of shit from anyone!
Destroy the problems in your life with your wisdom and your means.
Dont even let God tell you what to do. Have complete trust in the ultimet truth.
You were not born free but you grew and you faught for it.
Defiance! Take what you need, fight for it!”
etc, etc. 
But then, what happens when each has a sertain attitude?..
“Fight more me, take me! Defent me. Even kill for me if you must.
I am your’s and you are mine. Not even God can stop me.
All thought and feeling came from and for life, and now that we have formed this bond,
All that we are is for and from our mutual goal.”
=)
(Is sleep deprived)
Screw it! Cya tomarrow!
oreso, if you are a she, send me a pm!
In other news:
I met Meighan today. Shes older then me so i liked that very much. =)
We talked about some stuff. Damned if i learned anything, heheheh. 
I wonder what the heck?
hehehehehhHEheheHEHehiorhorhoarha~~~
PLiLiLiL*
[Dan now sleeps. Pleasant dreams ILP. Dont take no shit from nobody!]
I was going to say De Beauvoir but some bugger beat me to it…
It’s true. In addition to being sexy in relation to most other philosophers (a lot of ugly guys) she espoused free love, multiple partners and bisexuality…or that’s one plausible take on how she lived and loved, which stemmed from a philosophy of liberation. We should not confuse sexy philospher, with sexy philosophy. Plato was in fact a jock, and probably hot by female standards. Also, for elegance and paradigm shift Kant gets a mention. And because Nietzsche can defile and derange dogmatic minds into something altogether new and exciting, he gets a mention.
My goodness! I didn’t expect to find this when I typed Beauvoir’s name into Google imagesearch…
http://www.stephendaitergallery.com/dynamic/artwork_display.asp?ArtworkID=808
James
Yeah, but what self-respecting French feminist hasn’t posed nude?
I suppose so.
Damn! Now if you’ll notice, her ass is not the typical “fifties” ass. Back in those days such a curvature was uncommon. Women were for the most part wide waisted and with small cheeks. But Simone…she’s got that late nineties ass. Yummy. Sartre was a lucky bastard. She was smart and hot. That’s how I know Sartre was not a pessimist.
A married philosopher belongs in comedy, sure Friedrich, but a philosopher with a hot existential girlfriend remains far from absurd.
Those buns look well-muscled.
Clearly the European life-style is superior.
That’s what I hear from any friend that has ever been over there. I was in Europe in 82, Germany, Switzerland, Italy, etc., but obviously too young to remember anything other than a few vague images in my mind.
I want to go to Amsterdam so bad I can smell the buds.
LOL, aren’t we all pretty damn sexy philosophers.
Smiles,
aspacia
Well, my hair-line is slowly beginning to recede slightly, and I have some hair on my back in little patches.
So you might want to reconsider. But you, missy, are certainly not sexy because you are a Capitalist. You and Ayn Rand can go play in the road, as far as I’m concerned.
LOL, and a person’s economic philosophy impacts their sexiness???
Ayn Rand was a capitalist, atheist, and anarchist. I am not an atheist nor an anarchist.
Hey, if you are going to take a shot at a person, at least get it right. There are several who have tried to pigeon hole me, and have miserably failed.
So for clarity:
aspacia
Capitalist, Deist, Feminist, Goy, non-political party participant, Zionist who seldom watches the televison, extensively reads, often listens to classical music, old time rock n roll when driving, and goes to the movies perhaps once every ten years.
The book of the moment is Friedman’s The World is Flat.
My song is Bon Jovi’s “It’s My Life.”
Chuckle, I also enjoy firearms, and no, I have never shot a single soul.
I have just provided you with the ammo you need.
I have no problems with claiming to be sexy, I have lots of problems with claiming to be a philosopher…
Aspacia,
For me, yes. A degree of my attraction toward women is of their intelligence, though rarely do I find intelligent women, much less a woman who is capable of comprehending proper economic theory. However, I can become sexually attracted to a woman who is both stupid and a capitalist, but I do not have the same respect for her as I do for the former mentioned above. In this case, however terrible it sounds, such a woman is for me an object, irrelevent and expendible- for sex only- and I would not offer myself mutually. I would treat the sex as I would a relationship between an employer and an employee- I would exploit her. This kind of woman may be used for breeding as well, but would not be the priority type, and would exist only as secondary stock.
Well that’s a step in the right direction. Good for you.
How do you do it? I’ve been known to go to the movies everyday for two consecutive weeks. My God, I’d bring a sleeping-bag in there if I could. I especially like going on off days when there is literally no-one else in the theatre. I sit in the very middle seat, kick my legs up, and let it take me away…
I’m sorry. How unfortunate. I don’t take a man with scarfs, jewelry, and big, painted hair seriously, unless of course he doesn’t take himself seriously, in which case he would be an intentional parody, and I would laugh with him rather than at him.
Me too. My father is a serious big-game hunter and I was raised in that atmosphere. I recieved my first gun, as a gift, when I was twelve, and hunted routinely for a couple years. My father has an arsenal of guns, ranging from pistols, shot-guns, rifles, and muzzle-loaders. He also has a compound bow and a cross-bow.
Anyway, this might have to be our last conversation. I will soon swear an oath to never speak to another capitalist again, unless the context involves negotiating within a hostage situation or a surrendering of the enemy. Each expedient, of course.
If I don’t talk to you again, I’ll see you in hell I’m sure.
Over and out…