Well, I prefaced that I have some of those traits. I get spots every now and then.
If a kid is 17 and his/her face looks like a pepperoni pizza, that’s not creepy. But if someone is considerably older… the creepy-meter creeps up. As I said, most of the things on my list are simply the way people are. We are - well, let me rephrase and say that I am - conditioned to be lookist. We favor and trust pretty people more than those who are not. Do I think everybody who has those traits in my post is creepy? Of course not. I’ve got a buddy with really bad skin and he’s balding. If I met him for the first time on the street I’d be a little wary. But because I met him at work, and I knew him to be a nice, cool guy, I’m not even bothered by his appearance.
I know tons of people who are cockeyed. Some slightly so, others way off. It seems to be prevalent in my line of work! But put four or five of the traits on my list together, and I get mildly creeped out. The truth is, Brad Pitt and Jennifer Lopez are going to have to act really strangely to ping my creep-o-meter. Mostly because they’re clean, symmetrical, mostly hairless, and have great teeth. They could be mad as hatters but I wouldn’t assume or suspect it unless they did something really out there.
I don’t think a creepy vibe is a rational sort of thing…
I’m surprised nobody’s mentioned the pornstache yet. I don’t want to google that word at work to get an example pic (afraid of what’ll pop up), but take a look at Gary Oldman as Sirius Black for one possibility.
If a six-year old wears any of the following:
-a mohawk,
-a studded leather jacket,
-tattoo’s
-an agressive rappers-t-shirt
-even just a partly shorn crew-cut and his cap pointing backwards;
I will give him a wide, wide berth. In such children, the normal uninhibited savagery of kids isn’t curbed by their parents influence; the clothes indicate that a parent actually encourages the brat to misbehave. Such kids will call names, throw things at the passers-by, spit…and if anyone tries to correct the kid, wife-beater-wearing dad will come out of the woodwork to beat him up.
Almost all of the times I’ve labeled someone as “creepy,” it was almost totally behavior-based. Most of the things mentioned I usually just consider goofy, or unfortunate, or unfashionable. But I can think of a couple things-
-hair color that obviously doesn’t match normal features but they seem to think it does. Like really old guy with jet black hair.
-large eyes that don’t seem to blink. Frequently pale-colored eyes, at that. I guess that’s mostly an appearance thing.
-hair that is intentionally too greasy. Whether it be by gel, or unwashed.
-any sort of design with the hair that is plastered to skin. Like spikes on men that are plastered to the forehead. Or those weird little curly-ques plastered to the skin at the top of the neck.
My teeth are horrible. Wanna know why? My parents decided it was more important to subsidize their adult daughter, who couldn’t make a go of it for six months without coming around and begging for more money, than to get braces for their youngest daughter, who desperately needed them and had no one else to hit up.
I’d actually been looking forward to getting braces, or rather, the results of getting braces off. Didn’t happen. And as I got older, my contemporaries got their braces off, and dazzled me with their smiles, and I had to accept the fact that I was always going to be gap-, buck- and snaggletoothed. And still am.
I’m not as bad off as Shane McGowan, but darn close. I tell myself it doesn’t matter, but I guess it does. It’s so nice to know that people are judging me for a decision my parents made.
Also, I’d give the old man a break on the “ice creams.” Old people want their shoes to be comfortable above all else. Perhaps they were on sale, a good bargain for him, and he thought the color was whimsical as well as being what he could afford. Perhaps his favorite granddaughter gave them to him for their own private amusement. Really, as long as they’re clean, isn’t that enough?
I LOVE the creepiness of the King! I thought it was a hysterical marketing idea. Creepy guy dressed like a king standing outside your window, or lying next to you in bed, waiting to give you a sammich? Awesome!
No, a good memory. Fetus, you’re a guy. I’m a girl, and I have met my share of agressive little boys, as a young girl but also well into adulthood.
Ever read “Lord of the Flies”? And as for dad’s coming out of the woodwork…
“Little Girls Are Cute And Small Only To Adults. To One Another They Are Not Cute. They Are Life Sized.”
My grandfather’s hair didn’t start going grey until about 7 years ago. He’s a creep, but as far as we know, Grecian has nothing to do with his rambling hands.
And I didn’t get braces because I’m from Spain (where it isn’t considered a “duty”), but mostly because when my parents took me to be checked for them, the dentist said he had to recommend against unless I planned on being an actress. My teeth are ugly but by Og they bite good - he said with such a good bite, if I did wear braces I was likely to get stomach problems. Middlebro, who had a narrow upper palate, got braces and the stomach problems he’d used to suffer went away. So with all my crooked teeth, which are yellow due to a medication I took as a child.
Hmmm… I’m thinking about a girl I went to school with who was universally disliked because she was just a little off. I know to look at her, there was something vaguely creepy about her, but I don’t think it would come across in photos - I think it was entirely behavioural.
Mostly, it was her gaze. She would stare intently at people - she was always paranoid that people were watching her and she’d stare at them to catch them out. Of course, being stared at eventually catches most people’s attention and they’d return her gaze, which confirmed to her that they were indeed looking at her.
At the same time, she struggled to meet people’s gaze when talking to them, or would peer up at them in a manner that appeared, for want of a better word, sly. I don’t recall her looking people directly in the eye when talking to them, and her eyes would just sort of slip all about the place.
She’s been diagnosed schizophrenic now she’s an adult, but I’ve always wondered if she was autistic. She seemed oblivious to social cues.
Fetus, you’re a guy. I’m a girl, and I have met my share of agressive little boys, as a young girl but also well into adulthood.
with all my crooked teeth, which are yellow due to a medication I took as a child.
