Tokyo Damage Report


I don’t think beauty is skin deep. I think it affects the person’s whole outlook on life. Pretty people have more friends wanting to hang around them, so they develop more social skills from constantly socializing. The social skills, plus the self-confidence that comes from a lifetime of compliments, makes it even easier for them to make yet more friends. While the plain and/or ugly people become increasingly isolated and withdrawn, for two reasons:

1) Their pool of potential friends shrinks with every extra friend that’s drawn to the pretty people, and also

2) because the isolation doesn’t give them room to practice their social skills.

Imagine that I could somehow make like Satan and possess the body of a pretty guy who was popular and invited to lots of events. Within a month, I can guarantee he’d get almost no phone calls, cus I just don’t know how to act right. Not only that, but sociologists have found that pretty people are more likely to get hired and promoted than their just-as-qualified plain competitors. I wouldn’t call that a ‘skin deep’ benefit, either.

I know this kind of discrimination isn’t as bad as what the white people did to the black people, or even what the Japanese did to the Chinese, but it’s still bogus. And unlike the struggles of ‘racial minorities’, the plain people far outnumber the pretty, yet still we can’t make ourselves heard. There’s something fundamentally wrong with a world where some girl can go to a maternity ward and slit the throats of babies in their sleep and come home, dripping blood from her Dior ball-gown, and still nonetheless look cuter than me, who has led such a virtuous life.

Try explaining this to a pretty girl and she’ll come back with something like, "Oh, but it’s so hard being pretty. I get so many unwanted sleazy comments from guys." As if morbidly obese women don’t get plenty of unwanted catcalls from guys (and plenty more from obnoxious pretty girls!!) as well. But the obese women don’t get any of the perks. And the fact that pretty women don’t even stop to consider the treatment of fat women merely shows how self-centered the pretty are, and how much they take it for granted. Which is not to say that all pretty people are vain, arrogant and self-centered. I’m sure some of them have other qualities.


But plain people are no better… we’d stomp on another plain person’s eyelids just to crawl closer to a pretty person. No fucking solidarity. . I’m no exception. When I see some overly warty woman in line at Safeway, I could think, "Here’s someone who understands what it’s like to never be kissed, someone who can share my experiences, and if we talked about our crushing isolation, we wouldn’t feel so alone and powerless!" but instead, I think "How do people get like that?" I think it’s because ugly people are almost always isolated and cut off from society, and short on self-confidence and social skills, that there’s never going to be an ugly organization of any sort. Thus we’ll never know how many people are out there feeling isolated, who have long ago given up hope, who will never have a chance to share their stories of rejection or hear someone else’s story and go ‘Wow, I’m not alone in being treated this way. I’m not crazy. There’s millions of us….’

I guess it’s too naive to want a world where cuteness is earned rather than just an accident of birth; plus, that would legitimize the existing notion that pretty people are heroic and ugly ones villainous. Maybe in a perfect world every person would have their own unique idea of what pretty is, and then you wouldn’t have a small group with a disproportionate amount of power. But in that case, the chances would be, like, seven billion to one that the guy you like would like you: he’d only like one crosseyed crossdresser from Sri Lanka or something.


Shit, I dunno.

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  1. ivy December 30th, 2013 10:19 am

    maybe 13 years too late
    but you’re a pretty person S!

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