So, by that reckoning, this pair of spuds ought to be the prettiest faces in the kingdom... (er... queendom...?) ...kingdom.
And yes, of course, oh you fans of tracking equality in all things, perhaps we also ought to consider that strange linguistic quirk which means that, despite having had a woman on the throne this past half century and more, we still live in a "kingdom" and, until somebody decides that it's a "bright idea" or a "cost-saving exercise" and that the economic savings of becoming a Republic are probably vote winners (Whilst standing over the cold, dead corpse of the Daily Express), it's very probably likely to remain so, too.
And yet... and yet...
This is not another pathetic attempt at fishing for compliments by the way, especially not in this toxic stream, merely a simple observation that whenever you flip one side of your face and attach it to its reflection, the results always seem a little odd.
It's the same when you see a photograph of yourself. It seems wrong somehow, because the view of yourself that you are likely to be most familiar with is your own reflection, unless you're the kind of narcissist who has pictures of themselves covering every wall around your home, or you happen to be the sort of person who gets photographed a lot and appears on a lot of magazine covers.
Any sort of magazine cover that I might end up on isn't likely to have large friendly letters on the cover saying warm, comforting things like "Hello" or "Welcome" at the top of the page, I imagine, but I digress.
(Is there a "Potato-buyers Weekly" or a magazine called "Sickbag" I wonder...?)
Interestingly the "photo booth" software that exists on the rinky-dinky computer I took the snapshot above on actually shows you a reversed image anyway, as if that's the image of ourselves which we all prefer seeing.
Meanwhile there are deeper, darker undercurrents to be addressed here about those arbitrary decisions about what "attractiveness" is and who is deemed to be "attractive" anyway, as thousands of teenagers who are deemed not to be blessed with features that are considered appealing sit sobbing in darkened rooms screaming about how hideous and repellent they are because they haven't been "blessed" with somebody else's notion of what "good looking" might happen to be in the vacuous, image-obsessed, photoshopped to within a pixel of its life culture of ours.
Of course it's also a perverse "fact" that we all, apparently, think that we're hideous anyway, although I'm fairly sure that the so-called "supermodels" only say those kinds of things in order that some lacky will tell them how gorgeous they are.
"Really, darling it's your mind that interests me... so just sit down, take off your clothes and let me take a few pictures..."
Beauty, as they say, is in the eye of the beholder, and some of those wretched sobbing confidence robbed teenagers really do need reminding from time-to-time that just because they believe themselves to be hideous beyond measure, does not mean that the entire world is going to agree with that point of view, even if they do have a face "only a mother could love..."
And yes, of course, oh you fans of tracking equality in all things, perhaps we also ought to consider that strange linguistic quirk which means that, despite having had a woman on the throne this past half century and more, we still live in a "kingdom" and, until somebody decides that it's a "bright idea" or a "cost-saving exercise" and that the economic savings of becoming a Republic are probably vote winners (Whilst standing over the cold, dead corpse of the Daily Express), it's very probably likely to remain so, too.
Meanwhile, getting back to that strange pair of pictures which accompany these words today, the odd thing is, of course, that they both do look a little like me, but then again, it's also true that, at the same time, neither of them do, which kind of says something about the strange idea nature has about natural symmetry.
Anyway, as I mentioned earlier, apparently, if your face is symmetrical, you appear more attractive…
My old mug has practically no symmetry at all. One ear is a full half inch lower than the other, my eyes are uneven, one cheekbone is prouder, and then there are the scars and blemishes to deal with. Yes, boxing, Rugby and fencing were obligatory at my school.
ReplyDeleteMy face was once described by one of my painting tutors at Oxford Brooks as being as lumpy and uneven as Rembrandt on a bad day. I took this as a compliment of course.
I may try this two selves thing.