Aussie pretty boy John James talked today in a conversation on Big Brother about how pretty people suffer from the fact that others assume things about them that are often not true. Usually to do with intelligence and attitude. Pretty does open door but does it also close them just as fast?
Let me ask you - is there a burden to being good looking?
Do pretty people not have the same problems with self esteem that the rest of us non-pretty people do? Is it easier for me to brush off comments about my looks because I have been doing that most of my life and so have taught myself not to care.
Does a pretty person only have that conversation with themselves on the rare occasion that someone DOESN'T react positively to their appearance? Does the fact that they have so many less negative experiences mean that it is more difficult for them to just brush off the observation than it would be for me? How long does that judgement rattle around in their heads?
I know that I never really thought I cared about what people thought about me or how I looked. I certainly never cared if people thought being in drama was gay or that collecting comic books and action figures was childish.
Even on my blog, I just post and talk about things that I like or find cool. I don't care how people react but is that the truth?
A few weeks ago when I posted a recent picture of myself I got several negative reactions (please, those of you who did comment on that post, know that I am not upset with you in anyway). I know what was said was just lovingly fucking with me. But I still deleted the post that contained the offensive material. Only time in over 5000 posts that I have done that.
The first time I got grief over my harmless crush over Ms Selena I know I felt like a creepy old pervert. But then I realized that that was shit. It's not like I write fanfiction where she is my love slave on Cheeseburger Island. I know myself. I would hope that after all this time that my (often longtime) readers would know me also. I think this blog and I am about so much more than my admiration for her.
Then I got indignant that they thought I was only about that ONE thing and was not the person with literally a billion interests. Thanks for short changing me, bitches.
Did those pictures of me also crush the image readers had of me by showing them the reality? Could they link up the image of me with the content of my blog and be okay with that?
If my photo was just one I nicked from Google (say a picture of Pierce Brosnon) how different would my comments be (other than many references to how awesome a Bond I had been)? Would there be more of them? I know, to the people following me that it would be universally NOT the case because after all this time I have a pretty good idea of who they are.
If someone was crushing on me because of my blog, would they suddenly not feel that way if they knew what I looked like?
I ask the questions anyways.
Any input you may wish to give on this issue is appreciated.
Cal's Canadian Cave of Coolness
I forever stand vigilant to protect this planet from the myriad of forces that are always against us. Be it the octopus, zombies, aliens or the robots my team of human agents, and our feline allies, circle the globe in a never ending struggle for human freedom.
I learn all I can on every subject that interests me. I especially enjoy ancient history because in the past there are valuable lessons to be found. Also, if I ever get my time machine to work properly, it would be good to know a bit about possible destinations and what to expect when I get there.
I greatly appreciate beautiful design. Be it manufactured or found naturally I am fascinated by the process of invention. I am attracted to the unique, the strange, the haunted. I like to share what I find on this blog.
And not let us forget the 'Cephalopod Menace' who, if allowed to, would wrap their tentacles around all that is good and pure in this life and crush it until it remained no more. They are creatures of pure spite. Hate is all they know. Death is all they do. They are our most ruthless and determined enemy.
So we fight. Selena has the celebrity contacts, the cat is ruthless and without pity, Roosevelt's ghost has the experience and I do the wetwork.
Fighting for the future of the planet doesn't have to be a chore, however. We can take the time to appreciate all that is cool in this world even as we cut the octopus into bite sized chunks.
This is the reason there has always been and must forever be, a Cave of Cool. Be sure to wipe your feet before you enter.