You know what, I feel bad for pretty people.
Say what you want, but it’s very hard to be pretty, or handsome, or gorgeous or insert adjective here.
I’m sure there are many of you out there pulling facing, shouting What?!?, and dismissing me as certifiably insane.
“It’s so easy to be pretty, you always look good”
“People like pretty people, ergo they’ll like you faster.”
“Pretty people are statistically paid better, and are more successful.”
And “Hey, it’s nice to be nice.”
But look…most of the advantages of being pretty are dependent on someone else and their actions towards you because of your looks, which you were luckily born with.
And that’s just it. People have expectations of pretty people.
People expect pretty people to be better conversationalist, better dressers, have more friends, know what to say, know how to act, what to do…because they’re pretty. And when they don’t regular folks look down upon them…like “what’s wrong with you, why can’t you, you’re pretty!”
There is a certain awe and disdain regular have towards pretty people.
And well, pretty people are regular people, they just happen to be, well, pretty.
They have bad hair days, foot in mouth disease, trip over their shoes, and can be incredibly shy (except when they are shy they are cast off as snobs.)
I think it’s time for everyone, out of the pure goodness of their heart, to adopt a pretty person.
Who wants me?