I love you, Stoid. I’m gonna print that message and put it on my fridge for those days when I want to kill all the pretty girls.
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What alot of us seem to be forgetting though… is that an ugly person is an ugly person. Looks get you in the door, but its only fleeting. Even Marilyn had ugly morning face and bad hair days.
Deep down, I feel kind of bad for the quintessential beauty. She’s surrounded by men who only want a piece of beauty queen ass.
If someone falls for me… I’m pretty self assured that they find me smart, cute and witty.
I’ve watched the prettiest girl fall to pieces out of the fear that no one cares whats on the inside.
I’ve posted this before, but it pertains to this discussion as well. I watched a news-type show that performed an experiment where they dressed up a girl and a guy for a job interview, then dressed them down for the same interview. The attractive people got the jobs even when their qualifications were much less fitting than the unattractive people’s were (and as a bonus, the unattractive versions were treated with a level of rudeness that was hard to believe). If you don’t think this kind of prejudice exists in society today, chances are you are one of the people who benefits from it (since this seems to be blanket-statement day here on the SDMB).
Yes. Exactly My mom always drummed that into my head when I was growing up.
She had a friend, a nice lady, who was apparently quite beautiful. But this woman had enjoyed the advantages to being beautiful (though I don’t think she was a bitch). But she enjoyed, and perhaps relied too much on the “instant pass” her beauty gave her. And then when she got older, she had nightmares about “losing” something (her purse, I can’t remember). My mom knew what these tormenting dreams were about. This woman was terrified of losing her looks. Very sad. Imagine how much more sad it’ll be when a woman is totally a bitch who relies soley on her looks. VERY sad.
I think that I am in Guin’s category - maybe. On a good day (a good good good day) I don’t break any clocks, and perhaps am mildly not ugly. So I have spent my life cultivating talents and interests, like normal people are supposed to do. (Like most NORMAL people most likely do! ) At least I will know that when I am a shriveled old prune, I will have things to do, things I can have pride in, that are not revolving around my (meagre) looks. But these “free pass on life” beauties won’t know what that feels like. Boo hoo hoo. I hope they enjoy the perks while they can - they won’t last forever.
featherlou: Yeah, I saw that same story on TV. And yeah. If you don’t believe that the world works like that, it’s probably because you are the one getting the advantages. If you believe that most people are “nice”, then you are probably one of the people getting the advantages. (I remember years ago, on a bus route I took frequently, the bus driver was one of those guys who treated plain women like they were invisible. So I was invisible. But he was showering attention on a cute girl one day, who was sitting next to me. She went on about how “nice” he was. Yeah - the world is “nice” - when you have the right looks.)
I don’t know the fella, but “young and naive” doesn’t quite adequately describe the stupidity of SHAKES actions there.
Coupla thoughts:
-He acknowledges that he was acting, at least in part, out of lust. And is disappointed when his horniness is not reciprocated?
-How many drinks went down first?
-He learned a valuable lesson - walk into a topless bar/strip club, and the only interest the girls have in you is seperating you from your $. Once in a great while you MIGHT get surprised to the contrary, but if you are looking for a lifemate, I might be able to suggest a few thousand better places to look than on the stage of a stripclub.
-What was he thinking? Gee, this really hot chick is strutting her stuff professionally in this club. I’ve never met her before tonight, but I really suspect we have the basis for a meaningful relationship.
There are always going to be nasty people out there. No need to be bottomfeedingly stupid so as to let them take advantage of you. And voluntary acts of ignorance do not earn tremendous sympathy from me.
I’m glad somebody else said it so I didn’t have to.
Yes the girl was a hose-bag, but really, can you blame her? I’m sure she gets all sorts of horn-dogs making-up to her all the time - you’d probably get a tad bitchy too.
Al.
[sub]Not to say that SHAKES is a horn-dog, but he did say that he was motivated by lust, afterall.[/sub]
Well, Malkavia, remember that I have met you. And I seem to recall my first words to you being “What a lovely girl you are!” A bit fluffy, but no less lovely for it.
Good point. I’ve noticed a major difference between myself and beautiful women with hot bods is that I don’t feel the tiniest bit insecure that my (beautiful, kind, smart, funny, sexy, and deeply good) hunny is going to be tempted to cheat on me with the next pretty girl he meets. He has proven with his love for me that he does not value looks above all else. He certainly appreciates a pretty girl, but it’s not important to him.
Yet I meet these women or see them on television, who are completely lovely and hopelessly insecure in their relationships. No thanks! I’m loved for myself, and I prefer it that way! I’m grateful to my being overweight for that alone: it has proven to be an excellent asshole-filter.
Yes! That’s the thought I’ve been trying to put into words. If you are someone who has nothing to do with me because I’m thirty pounds overweight, then you have saved me the trouble of having nothing to do with you. Very nicely put, Stoid.
(Zette, I like to think of it as “Pretty mean chick” bashing. :D)
MMmmmm, nope, sorry but I must dissent. It’s real easy to leap to judgment on SHAKES and say that he’s at least partially to blame for the beating-down he got. But that doesn’t excuse the behavior on this festering sore of a crack-addled bitchrag. This goes beyond “a tad bitchy.”
I’ve been there. I’ve gone over three years without the attentions of a woman at this point, and during that time I’ve been enticed on occasion to sate my eyeballs in these very types of parlors. On one or two occasions, some of them went out of their way to make conversation with me, make me feel like a human being. I understood what was going on, but at least they were “sensitive” and reasonably civilized about it.
They managed to keep me, for a while, in that elusive haze where the semblance of interest in me was entirely believable. But on NO occasion did they go out of their way to set me up on a fool’s errand, to publicly humiliate me, or to make me spend money in anyway that didn’t involve them rubbing some of their flesh up against me. Quid pro quo, if you will. Even after departing their ‘area of effect,’ at a distance of some months, I think a couple of them were quite decent. I hope THIS sorry-ass cunt has something triply evil happen to her in short order.
I’ll be damned if I could find any kind of a cite right now, but I know I’ve also seen at least one study indicating that “beautiful people” tend to end up at a much higher level of emotional brittleness in the end; simply because so much IS handed to them and they get no exercise in being emotionally tough/resilient. I guess this one is getting her start early. Uh, empathy anyone?
I read a novel once, about this girl who had always been beautiful and sought-after, but it didn’t quite satisfy her. She started modeling at 15, and liked the money and the attention, but she had this nagging insecurity, because she didn’t feel (correctly, IMO) that she didn’t have enough intelligence or charm to earn either of those things without her looks. The turning point was when she was in a car accident (as a passenger), and all the way up to the point of impact screamed, “My faaaaaaaaaaace!” When her hotshot SO finally showed up at the hospital, almost the first thing he said was, “Thank god it didn’t ruin your face.” To the curb with him, and she used her savings to enroll in college.
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One of my middle-school teachers made a point of favoring and complimenting the…plain…girls (like me), and overlooking the Suzie Creamcheeses. Don’t know exactly what his motives were, but it worked for me. There were times when his “Hi, cute thing” was the only pleasant remark I heard all day.
Bashing and stereotyping “pretty” girls for their looks is just as narrow-minded and ignorant as when people bash “ugly” girls.
How does it feel when someone makes vast generalizations about you based primarily on your looks? Or, for that matter, use armchair psychology to try to dissect your action and character?
What the hell do you have against strippers? I know a few and they are all decent and compassionate human beings. Seems like you have quite a few issues yourself, and demeaning a whole profession is not exactly compassionate.
I wasn’t blaming them for being beautiful. I was complaining about the fact that beauty is used as “currency”, and traded in exchange for approval, affection, and sometimes even goods and services.
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I basically agree with both of you, but from my point of view (and maybe kung fu lola’s too), sometimes it seems like the emphasis is (mis-)placed on attractiveness rather than on more concrete things like talent and intelligence.
) At least I will know that when I am a shriveled old prune, I will have things to do, things I can have pride in, that are not revolving around my (meagre) looks. But these “free pass on life” beauties won’t know what that feels like. Boo hoo hoo. I hope they enjoy the perks while they can - they won’t last forever.