I must say, I’m not surprised to learn that the majority of Dopers look like they got hit with an ugly stick. I wish I could commiserate with your pain, but I simply can’t. You poor schlubs are on your own with this whole ugly thing.
You see, I was born a beautiful baby and grew into a beautiful man. Don’t get me wrong, I do feel a bit guilty and quite entitled not having to waste my time doing stupid things like improve my intellect or develop a personality.
God blessed me to be able to do better things with my time, like learning how to fleece people out of their life savings with Ponzi schemes and improving my bowling average (brag: if I can get my average up another 50 points, and remove the gutter bumpers from my lane, I have a shot at turning semi-pro!).
I learned early in life that I was beautiful, but I didn’t let it go to my head. Mom used to tell me that I looked like the back end of a horse. As you know, ugly people are associated with the front end of a horse, the long Steven Tyler horsefacey end. Mom knew I was the exact opposite of that. The back end of the horse has the beautiful toned haunches and the handsome, silky tail!
I used to overhear dad brag about me to his friends, “if I pushed my son’s face into cookie dough, I could make gorilla cookies!” Tell me; is there anything more majestic looking than a Western Lowland gorilla? I think not!
You know how people like to jokingly give nicknames that are the exact opposite of what people really look like; for example, calling a fat person, “slim” or a midget, “stretch”? The exact same thing happens to me all the time. I’ve been called all kinds of cute, ironic “opposite” nicknames over the years, even by perfect strangers joshing with me: “pickle nose”, “Dumbo ears”, “liver lips”, “horrible cretin”, “malformed abomination of nature”, “ungodly waste of DNA who shall be cast for eternity into hell”…you name it; I’ve been called it—and, those were just the cute names our pastor used to call me.
I’ve been handed scores of business cards from plastic surgeons, cosmetic dentists, major reconstructive surgeons, face transplant specialists, etc. Ha, ha, I get it…even doctors have a sense of humor.
But, tell me, how many of you have been compared to fine works of Art? Not many, I suspect. I don’t like to brag, but my looks have been compared to a Pablo Picasso, a Salvador Dali, a Jackson Pollock, a Wassily Kandinsky and other masterpieces.
You know how youngsters and particularly teenage girls scream and faint when they’re in the presence of uber-attractive movie stars like Brad Pitt or cute musicians, like the Beatles? Yeah, well I get the exact same treatment! When the youngsters see me coming down the street, the screaming and fainting commences. It used to confuse me that they always ran away from me while screaming and fainting, until I realized they were obviously running to tell their friends or parents about the “movie star” in their midst! Kids!-they wear their emotions on their shirtsleeves, bless the little rascals.
So, ugly ones, I apologize for being beautiful and blessed and entitled. Maybe you’ll have better luck when you reincarnate into your next life. Good luck.