Beauty is Genetically Predisposed

I went out browsing the other day. What I observed were people. And I came to this conclusion:  Beauty, attractiveness, and good looks are a result of genes. You can tell me all you want about "beauty in the eye of the beholder." "Pretty is as pretty does..." ..."skin deep"...blah blah, blah!

I'm telling you that how you look depends on the physical arrangement of basic equipment. That stuff you get from your gene pool. That's primarily it! If your nose is hooked or crooked or a wierd ski jump slope thing like mine, it's pretty hard to masque the flaws without surgery. If you have cankles or serious saddle bags, you're not hiding those without major work being done. Can you say "liposuction"?

It you have ugly moles, birthmarks, goiters, hunched back,  Flintstone feet, or mondo belly fat--you're sunk, sister. Rationalize all you want about good personalities and sweet spirits. They don't trump a rock hard body and perfect cheek bones. The basic foundation of your physical appearance matters.

Money can buy nice clothes and sweet shoes and stylish sunglasses, but money alone can't hide butt ugly.

I don't say this to be mean. I DON'T have the good genes. I'm not a looker. I'm not a troll either. I was adopted, so I have no idea what my ancestors looked like. The only other person I know who looks like me is my daughter. She's cute enough, but she had her dad's genes mixed in there to help dilute my recipe.

Those long legs, rockin' abs, and small hips did not visit my biological parentage whoever they were. They were OK intellectually, not brain surgeon or nuclear physicist smart. Just enough brains to keep me afloat in the IQ quotients.

My nationality is nothing exotic and  mysterious. I'm probably eastern European peasant stock from the sound of my birth mother's last name. Just the common folk who needed sturdy legs and a strong back to do the work for the gentile royalty. That's my heredity.

Once in a while I see two homely people who have a really cute kid. I have no explanation for that. It's an abnormality, a mutation. It's a quirk. Less often do you see two gorgeous specimen have an unfortunate looking child. Again, no explanation.

Don't even bother going through the list of plain people who did good in the world--Einstein, Bill Gates, Madam Curie, Eleanor Roosevelt That's not what I'm talking about here. I know that beauty doesn't determine happiness or philanthropy or sweetness. What I'm talking about is that if you get the right combination of genes, recessive and dominant stuff in the right equations, you end up looking better than the guy next to you who was not so programed.

It's just an observation. If you have straight teeth, just full enough lips, azure eyes, a patrician nose you got the right ingredients. What you do with the results matters too, but you have to admit that you got a leg up in the world right from the crib. You know who you are! I know who I am. I'm not bitter or jealous. I'm resigned. I did OK with what I was given. Don't give me that speech about be thankful you have feet that my mother used to quote. Not my point! My point is that pretty people are pretty and the rest of us are the rest of us.

Lola the shi tzu just tipped over the fly bait that smells like dead and rotted meat, drank up a big ol' gulp of fly bodies and rot, and the husband is calling me to clean up the mess. Later!