The Beautiful People

Being human is about the constant struggle between barbarism and civility. We humans are semi-evolved, just a step on the ladder between apes and gods. Self-righteous brains trapped in a prison of flesh and bone. We are held hostage by our conflicting interests. The problem is that we all think one way but act another. We were raised to value personality traits such as intellect, assertiveness, and conscientiousness, those that cannot be qualified physically but at the same time we idolize the beautiful. We’re told not to judge a book by its cover but we are constantly preening ourselves in order to make a good first impression. Those of us who aren’t beautiful are reminded that it is only “skin-deep”, nevertheless finding ourselves on the outside wistfully looking in. Vanity is a cardinal sin yet we persist to live in a world that is not only ignorant to it but indulges it. I believe that unless we shed our skin, we will forever be shackled to our carnal urges. Until then, beauty and being beautiful does have some importance.

Firstly, beauty in itself is something uniquely human. Nothing on this earth is beautiful unless we impose it. In this sense, beauty really is “in the eye of the beholder”. However, this statement is generally used to combat discrimination and up heave the self-esteems of the visibly deprived. Although beauty is regarded as subjective, I believe most of the time there is a general consensus. There is a line dividing this world and that is between the eye candy and the eye sores. The truth is that beautiful people live better lives. We live by these double standards everyday.

Beautiful people can garner attention from across the room without ever the need to lose sleep contriving anecdotes. Beautiful people can stare straight at strangers in the subway and instead of having to dodge allegations of being perverse, instill confidence and vivaciousness in their subjects. Beautiful people are respected without having to provide any credence. This is the world we live in and we are to blame. Being beautiful attributes nothing but drawing lucky in the genetic lottery yet we still flock like the animals that we are. I say leave chaste to the gods - to sin is to be human.

Today's track:
Ghosthustler - Someone else's ride