I’ve just been reading the blog of someone who has a dread skin disease (no, not leprosy). I have to say I very much admire this person for not cowering in their home writing miserable poetry and planning their next suicide attempt. If there’s anything worse than having a disease which makes you feel awful, it’s having a disease that makes you look awful.
However, as a person who habitually feels like she should be on the Ugly Chicks site (and would be if anyone tipped off the organisers), I have to say that reading this blog made me feel better. Not that the person on it is ugly – in fact she’s rather attractive. Just that I DON’T have a horrible skin disease.
That fact cheers me up a lot. It makes me think that perhaps there should be websites devoted to stories about (and pictures of) unfortunate people, so that people who are comparatively lucky can go there and feel a whole lot better. Is that as horrible as it sounds? (yes, Rose, it is).
On the other hand, I’m prepared to START such a site (because everyone has stuff in their lives that other people can feel sorry for, and Rose is no exception). More of that later.
Ugliness. Now there’s an interesting subject. Especially for men, apparently. I googled ‘ugly chicks’ and came up with a whole slew of sites devoted to how you could get ugly women to stop coming onto you, what to do if your girlfriend is only gorgeous on the inside, how to use ugly women for casual sex, whether doing so brings on depression, and, well, just offering pictures of various ‘ugly’ women.
On the subject of ugliness, I find that the people I dislike, are just about always ugly (and the more I hate them, the more revolting-looking they get).
On the other hand, people I like generally have redeeming physical features, even if they seem a bit plain at first. It’s not that I don’t like ugly people, it’s that I find people I don’t like, ugly!
For instance, Paris Hilton.
I don’t have any real reason to dislike her except that she’s stupid (try reading her book) – but since I do anyway, I find that she has an unpleasantly flat face, like she’s been washed and ironed along with her clothes. No really, DO try reading her book, you’ll learn lots of useful things, like:
my fail safe instructions on how to be an heiress and live a privileged life
Or Lady Di. Ok she’s dead but that doesn’t stop me saying that she had a hairstyle that looked like it wouldn’t move in a typhoon, and the kind of face traditionally likened to a horse (though I don’t really see what horses have got to do with it, since they have very nice faces).
Whereas my ex-boyfriend (when I liked him) had a charmingly polished dome, an intelligent mouth, and eyes like a much-loved pet tortoise. Strangely, now I don’t like him, he’s changed a lot physically and I find that tortoises and those kind of spotchy pimply things you see on elderly bald heads are not after all so appealing.
Talking about dread diseases, a friend of mine has psoriasis – I always thought it was just aggravated dandruff but no, apparently it causes your skin to fall off in drifts and can kill you if you’re unlucky. And here is a blog about it which doesn’t pull any punches. Yes, psoriasis SUCKS (and yet, people who have it are often rather cute).
Anyway my friend’s a cheerful, sweet natured (and hunky) bloke though – much nicer than I am, no doubt about it. Praps this is proof that suffering actually DOES make you a better person (still, I’d rather not have much, and be the cow I am).