What's wrong with being sexy?

As I was lying in bed today, during the six to eight minute period between the point at which I wake up to the time at which I drag my punk ass out of bed, I was examining the posters on my wall. I noticed that there was a distinct similarity between a couple of posters that I have of two of my favorite movies from the mid nineties. Here they are.

Although both of these films have very strong willed leading ladies, both posters feature the leading man standing tall, strong and proud as said love interest is on her knees with at least one arm wrapped around the leg of the leading man.

Seriously, now.

Just because these happen to be a couple of my favorite flicks, that doesn't make me a male chauvinist pig.

Really, I'm not!