It seemed to be a habit of the arrancar to adopt many almost human-like practices and traditions upon gaining a humanoid form.
Some of them, Grimmjow could understand - and enjoy, even. Hot showers were a blessing, absolutely wonderful after living in a dry, cold desert for so long. Sleeping in a bed was also amazing, soft and comfortable instead of sand or stone.
And food! Eating something besides Hollows. So many different flavors and textures besides blood and flesh…it was amazing.
But others, it seemed, made no sense.
The female arrancar would spend hours fancying themselves up, doing their hair and makeup and wearing so many fancy outfits. Staring at the men and making comments under their breath.
The men did that too, talking about the women.
It made no sense to Grimmjow. What did it matter what they looked like? A face was a face. Who really cared what it looked like?
A lot of people did, apparently, because even his fraccion made comments that Grimmjow could have any woman he wanted.
They didn't seem to get that the Sexta didn't care what he looked like, or about 'having women'.
He had become an arrancar to have power, to get stronger. That's what he wanted - to fight and get stronger and gain power.
He really didn't have any interest in what he looked like, or what the opposite sex thought of him.
Why did it matter if he was physically attractive, anyway? He had been a panther, a cat, a Hollow, until only recently. Putting any stock in appearance was too foreign a concept.
Material things like food and a bed and hot showers were things he could understand and appreciate, for they had a use to him and were comforts. But silly things like appearance and attraction were far beyond him.
He didn't necessarily mind not understanding, either. It wasn't important to him, so why care? Let his fraccion have their fun. He wasn't interested.
Fighting and power and getting stronger was what mattered, really, not appearances. He'd probably never understand it, and he didn't really care if he did or not.