Humans loves attractiveness. We keep our housings neat and tidy, furnish them with sofa and coffee tables in a flurry of colour-coordination, all in the name of good taste. In the garden, we try to keep the bushes flowering all the year round, and the grass no more than an inch high. And then there's the small matter of what we do to ourselves. There's a long line of never-ending tummy tucks, chin-ups, slim-fasts, 12-step programs, triple-action shavers, low cut 501's, designer make-up and deodorants, environmentally friendly perfumes and eau de toilette, light beverages, fat-less and tasteless fast-food we suffer through, in the name of senseless beautification. Wear our clothes and follow our gym programs, the ragmags says, and then you will become just as beautiful as the models in our ads. And we buy it hook, line and sinker. Culled. Sometimes, I really think we all should be culled.
We love deceiving ourselves. It appears to be infinitely hard to come to terms with their own unattractiveness for some people. Admit it, some of us are just never meant to look good. At least, not good as in what the fashion, movie and entertainment industry defines "good-looking" as being for us. It's a simple enough logic: Some of us look great naked, others just look as they simply aren't wearing any clothes. I don't look too great naked. I look in the mirror, and I see a flabby gut, poor skin, a broad face and an unruly hair plauged by dandruff; bottom line, I'm not going to look like a fashion model -ever. But that's okay. I have ceased caring. If I play football, it's because I happen to LIKE playing football, it's not because I think about how I can lose calouries. The self-deceit has stopped. I just don't give a fuck anymore. My body is built for comfort, not for grace. I can live with that.
A reason most of us touts when asked why we suffer atrocities such as diet coke and tufo sausages, is that we want to look attractive. Why? Because we hope to be so alluring as to attract a beautiful as possible member of the opposite sex. Well, perhaps not all of us are after persons of the opposite gender. Or so I've heard. Anyway, feel free to partake in my little gallery here. These are the women that I think stand out amongst the rest. These are the women that neither you nor me is ever going to have a remote possibility of shacking up with. Enjoy them as fleeing dreams only, then it is important to have dreams. And when you finish dreaming, go out and find yourself someone more on your own level to love.
