How to be Ugly
I was checking out at the grocery store the other day and the kid who rang me up said, "Got any fun plans today?" (I think he'll go far.)
This was the last stop on had been quite a few that day - we'd been out for about four hours - and I said, "Yes, I'm planning to go home and sit down. That's my kind of fun right now."
The 50-ish woman behind me grinned, so I said to her, "Right?"
She cocked one eyebrow and said with not just a little venom, "If you want to live longer you'd better do something other than go home and sit."
I'm visibly overweight, but still, da fok?
Of course, all the snappy retorts that I wouldn't have said had they occured to me buzzed around my head like flies all the way back to the car.
Like a lot of folks, I've wished on occasion that I were good-looking. But then, a lot of people I know who are don't necessarily think that of themselves, so I don't know if many people actually get the supposed benefit of self-esteem that way.
However, it sure seems you pay the price if you don't live up to someone else's beauty standards.
This brings me to two events of serendipity I've experienced recently (though those of faith like me like to believe there's Something Larger behind it.
Pretty much the day after being dissed at the supermarket, I decided it'd been a while since I'd visited Roger Ebert's blog (which is amazing, btw), and there waiting was this article on what is was like to be ugly and/or fat. What a wunnerful read.
The other serendipitous event I'll cover in a later post.