Il gran tenore ciecco

I think I've figured out why women swoon so for Andrea Bocelli --who is very musical but whose decent voice is very small and far from spectacular by operatic or even poperatic standards-- so much so that his career received its earliest turbo boost when he became the de facto soundtrack of Victoria's Secret.

That he's tall, attractive enough, perceived as romantic and sensitive is all well and good. But the coup de grace is that he's blind. Which delivers two thunderclaps of value to women:

1) My physical beauty, or lack thereof, is of no consequence to him.

2) He's never going to have wandering eyes and their accompanying ills.

Wow, that boy's got it made. That is, if you're willing to forfeit your sight as part of the deal.

Incidentally, I've seen his fiancée in person. Not a knockout, won't (as seems to be generally the case Italian women) age as well as La Loren, but certainly nothing to piggishly nitpick about her legs.