Interval: “Mirror, Mirror, on the wall, who’s the prettiest of them all?

Not you, blondie. For one thing: a self-satisfied smirk is not pretty. Look at that girl’s face. Is that the face that launched a thousand ships — carrying men and women fleeing the spoiled princess brat who thinks she’s all that and a bag of chips? I think so. For another, ho-hum, another blond, blue-eyed white girl is chosen by a bunch of white people as the paragon of beauty for all humanity. Look, we’ve been here before. In a few generations this will seem so silly, because there won’t be any white people, as such, left. Standards of beauty will be very different. So, you know, quit doing this. It serves no purpose other than to signal to anyone who isn’t pale, blond, blue-eyed, and around eighteen years old that they just might as well up and kill themselves.

On a side note, I personally have never understood the concept of the “hot blonde.” Blond hair just does nothing for me, and I don’t get the idea that it’s supposed to be some sort of pinnacle of beauty and sexiness to have blond hair. I think blondes just look sort of washed out, and it’s really easy for them to look old (especially as blond hair tends to come with the sort of fragile white skin that ages quickly and tans unevenly if at all). Give me a brunette or a redhead any day. (Via.[Update: fixed wrong link.])


4 thoughts on “Interval: “Mirror, Mirror, on the wall, who’s the prettiest of them all?

  1. As soon as you saw people as things to be measured, they didn’t measure up. — <Night Watch, Terry Pratchett

    For the record, I like blondes, but I like rangas better.

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