I see so many 'beautiful' people with ugly souls. That is to say, physically attractive people (according to 'media standards') that are idiots and assholes. Then I see the beautiful souls hidden away because someone told everyone that it's how you look on the outside is what comes first. The Media mistook the phrase 'comes first' with 'matters most' and that's where we are today. Media standards depict the ideal woman as literally a Barbie doll:
The perfect man isn't that far off: And you KNOW whatever the Media holds as standard HAS to be what the general public strives for, right? FUCK THAT! Well, men do have it better because their standard is at least slightly healthy, aside from the cancerous tan and steroid-boosted brawn. The woman that they expect us to be, however, is an anorexic contortionist with back-breakingly big boobs. I'm not putting down the all Barbie's and Ken's of the U.S. Not all of them are idiots and assholes. Some people are actually born to look like that. However, there are people that base their entire existence on trying to obtain and maintain that look, sacrificing their money, personalities, health, and indeed their very souls. These people, having sucked the life out of themselves to make room for their egos, seem to make a hobby out of sucking the life out of those around them that don't follow their physical beauty religion. If they don't make it to the media themselves in order to uphold their attractiveness criterion, they flout their exemplary magnificence as only a humble standard wherever they are in whatever they do. You know these people. They're the ones that believe there is such a thing as a normal person (and that's what they believe they are). They treat sex like a sport, keeping score and competing with their friends. They take drugs like candy, as long as it in some way helps keep them attractive. I'll tell you more about what I think of sex and drugs in another entry. I'd have to say the saddest part of the whole thing is that this trend is started so young. I just want to vomit every time I see a starved 10-year-old in hot pants and a bikini top. I'll tell you more about what I think of kids today in another entry. |