Fellow ugly man, fellow ugly men.
OK so here we are.
In a world that moves almost as smoothly as the slick images it tries to emulate, or is it the other way round? I forget now which one imitates which, anyhow.
Look in any direction in the western world and what are you slapped with day in day out? Listen fellow ugly men those beautiful people, you know the ones I'm talking about.
The shakers and movers, the hip, trend setting, A1, top man, alpha male, "most likely to succeed", fast track to success beautiful people, hell, its like they have all their doors open for them.
Its not enough that they were born with the chiseled looks of zeus's first born, no, they have to go and take the best table at the restaurant, the vip to the front of the queue at the latest club, that new shiny merc, the stunning european model girlfriend, the executive job etceteraetceteraetcetera.
If we're lucky, we might just get the foraging scraps left under the table.
It feels like your sinking at a sand pit you were never willingly invited to and theres nought you can do about it.
I say nought but hey, we dont jump to their orders, we dont sit up and bark for them, waiting to chase the tossed stick, hoping for some kind of tag along at the back hoping for acknowledgement do we? Hell no! Stop, think, WE ARE THE MAJORITY.
All those childhood dreams of romance that were crushed, as she walked away with the Hipster, barely looking back at your crumbling composure, unable to remember your name "you seem really NICE".
and good riddance.
None of that really mattered.
You wouldn't have been happy with her.
Not really, she would have driven you mad in under a week, no conversation, no cultural references, your superior intellect would have screamed silently from the highest hill top.
All those times you hoped the boss had a little plan for you, gonna help you up the ladder, only to be dumped with mundane duties served with a beaming smile, watching glumfully as he called the company dude into his office for a chat.
None of that mattered, let him have the promotion, let him have the added stress, the responsibility, the longer hours.
Just keep your head down, do your work, smile and get your paycheck.
Listen people, its time to turn it all around.
we are the majority, the homely, the average, the everyman, THE UGLY.
Its us not them.
so close the laptop, fold the paper, drop the magazine, we, the ugly, are the dominant force in this great civilization.
Rise up.
Celebrate being a mug, a no hoper, a no one an ugly man.
Let us join together and be ugly.
OK so here we are.
In a world that moves almost as smoothly as the slick images it tries to emulate, or is it the other way round? I forget now which one imitates which, anyhow.
Look in any direction in the western world and what are you slapped with day in day out? Listen fellow ugly men those beautiful people, you know the ones I'm talking about.
The shakers and movers, the hip, trend setting, A1, top man, alpha male, "most likely to succeed", fast track to success beautiful people, hell, its like they have all their doors open for them.
Its not enough that they were born with the chiseled looks of zeus's first born, no, they have to go and take the best table at the restaurant, the vip to the front of the queue at the latest club, that new shiny merc, the stunning european model girlfriend, the executive job etceteraetceteraetcetera.
If we're lucky, we might just get the foraging scraps left under the table.
It feels like your sinking at a sand pit you were never willingly invited to and theres nought you can do about it.
I say nought but hey, we dont jump to their orders, we dont sit up and bark for them, waiting to chase the tossed stick, hoping for some kind of tag along at the back hoping for acknowledgement do we? Hell no! Stop, think, WE ARE THE MAJORITY.
All those childhood dreams of romance that were crushed, as she walked away with the Hipster, barely looking back at your crumbling composure, unable to remember your name "you seem really NICE".
and good riddance.
None of that really mattered.
You wouldn't have been happy with her.
Not really, she would have driven you mad in under a week, no conversation, no cultural references, your superior intellect would have screamed silently from the highest hill top.
All those times you hoped the boss had a little plan for you, gonna help you up the ladder, only to be dumped with mundane duties served with a beaming smile, watching glumfully as he called the company dude into his office for a chat.
None of that mattered, let him have the promotion, let him have the added stress, the responsibility, the longer hours.
Just keep your head down, do your work, smile and get your paycheck.
Listen people, its time to turn it all around.
we are the majority, the homely, the average, the everyman, THE UGLY.
Its us not them.
so close the laptop, fold the paper, drop the magazine, we, the ugly, are the dominant force in this great civilization.
Rise up.
Celebrate being a mug, a no hoper, a no one an ugly man.
Let us join together and be ugly.
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