Much as I love having you around, I can’t stand to live in an internet world where people’s concern with trying to make everyone feel like a special prince/princess gets in the way of basic reality and logic.
“Everyone is beautiful to someone” is:
1. Impossible to state with any degree of veracity, and
2. Something Hallmark™ made up.
[trigger warning: cliché]
‘Beauty comes in all shapes and sizes.’ I believe I totally agreed with that statement (meaning there are beautiful skinny people, fat people, Asian people, black people, white people, amputees, midgets, cats, etc).
But everyone is not beautiful, in a strictly physical sense, even if they’re hypothetically “beautiful to someone”. Just because some weirdo thinks blue is green does not make the sky green, nor all blue things green. There are a million different shades of green, and people definitely prefer some to others, but green is still green at the end of the day, and that was my point.
To an arachnologist a particularly large and hairy spider with venom dripping from its fangs might be beautiful, but to 99.9% of the world it is kind of terrifying. Are spiders then beautiful? Because a handful of specialty scientists think so? Should we let them crawl all over us because they’re so sexy? Someone probably thinks poop is beautiful and likes to play with it, but it’s still poop. And just because you can eat poop doesn’t make it food. You can eat all sorts of things, but we define food as any nourishing substance that can be taken into the body to sustain life, provide energy or promote growth. We define beauty as something that to gaze upon stirs a sense of wonder and mild awe while being exceedingly pleasing to the senses, specifically sight.
I used to eat pennies when I was a kid. Drove my mom nuts. I loved eating pennies, but pennies are not food. Dirt might have nutrients in it and some people like to eat it, but dirt still isn’t food. Neither is poop. And ugly people are not beautiful. Etc.
Ugliness exists, and it also has a definition. To say all people are beautiful is to say no people are ugly, which would mean we invented two words for no goddamned reason at all and used them for millennia. You can jaw all day about subjectivity and certainly that’s a factor in individual perception but the nature of human beauty runs deeper than that, and what you’re trying to do is sound very PC, and yay for you, but ugliness exists the same way beauty does. There are scientific factors at work here, not just personal preference.
Physical beauty is a thing. Not clearly defined, certainly, but [trigger warning: cliché again] we know it when we see it.
We’re not talking about ~inner beauty~ or a rich wellspring of intelligence or rapier like wit here. We’re not talking about a nice outfit and classy shoes. We’re talking about beautiful people. People possessed of an innate allure in a strictly physical sense, marked quite often by symmetry and other factors which silently convey genetic superiority and reproductive health to the lizardlike portions of our brains, while deviating from the median average enough to toll that unclassifiable bell of ‘beautiful’ in the majority of those who look upon them, while still maintaining a large degree of koinophilia.
Fucking google koinophilia, and quit trying to make the world an eHarmony ad.
Good looking people get paid more, do less jail time and have more sex than ugly people, and beautiful people get all that but even more so, and if you try to say ugly people don’t exist because ‘everyone is beautiful’ I’d ask you to take it up with Sartre (were he not dead), who not only believed in ugliness as a definite trait but attributed much of his philosophy to his own lazy-eyed, freakshow face and near midget status yet still managed to date feminist icon and all-around social theory genius (and sometime lesbian pedophile) Simone de Beauvoir for years and years and years, not to mention blow minds on the daily, even now, 30 odd years after his death.
There are worse things in the world than being ugly, and most of the great minds of every generation got their thinking and writing done because they weren’t beautiful enough to waste their nights having meaningless sex with other gorgeous layabouts. Very few, if any, renowned scientists or philosophers were beautiful.
All people are somewhat interesting, and most of us have rich and varied intellectual lives or great stores of compassion or other attributes that, once discovered, can make us very wonderful and occasionally beautiful to those who know us, but some people are just plain beautiful, physically, in the fucking face, and that is neither a good nor a bad thing (although studies show it’s usually good for them). It’s just a fact.
Just admit it, because it’s true. Numerous very smart, very famous ‘thinkers’ have pondered the nature of beauty and many have noted that a beautiful face does not necessarily contain a beautiful mind, which is something anyone who has ever read an interview with Kim Kardashian could also tell you, but there are so many wonderful, highly informative scientific studies on the perception and nature of beauty, including a ton with infants, who are incapable of being swayed by media images and billboards, to at least allow us to admit that it does, in a very shallow but nonetheless totally valid manner, exist in the human world.
There are millions, billions, of attractive people in this world. Handsome, pretty, what-have-you. But there are very few beautiful ones. Because beautiful is a very strong word and that word simply does not apply to everyone. We wouldn’t have created a word if everyone fit the definition. We wouldn’t have some of the most arresting and amazing works of art and poetry if it weren’t for beauty. An attempt to channel or capture something inspiring in its rarity and truth.
Modern beauty standards, especially in the west, are unfair and strange and could definitely use revision, but let’s not pretend that negates a concept that has lasted since before human beings could speak or walk upright.
Or, if that is what you choose, at least stand behind your convictions and throw a handful of spiders on the coffin of the next person you know that dies because everything is beautiful and the beauty standard for flowers is just out of control, man. Throw some poop on there while you’re at it. It’s beautiful to someone.
This person totally gets what I’m saying on such a deep and solid level you could build a house on it.