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skonen_bladesUgly people versus beautiful people. That is a fight that I would pay big money to see.
And I mean a Braveheart-style medieval throwdown with thousands of people. Not even people that are into it. Conscripts. Like a real war. People whose heads have been filled with negative propaganda about the other team and then sent into the battlefield.
For the most part of the last twenty years, America has fought for mostly economic reasons. This ‘ugly versus beauty’ fight would be a harkening back to World War Two when the genealogical future of humanity itself was at stake.
It would be interesting because of the idealized ‘after the war’ utopias imagined by each team. The beautiful people would picture a flawless, austere, aesthetically perfect and fashionable world. The ugly people would picture a world based on mutual respect regardless of outward appearance.
Neither future would survive humanity’s selfishness or baser desires, of course, like any idealized ‘post-victory’ world, but the idea of them is amazing. Imagine the posters. Imagine the dreams. Imagine the fantasies.
Imagine spies. Spies in the midst of the ugly people, promised plastic surgery and makeovers by the beautiful people ‘after the war’ in exchange for information. Spies amongst the beautiful people with rock-bottom self-esteem who hate the beauty they see in the mirror and want to join a society where their looks count for nothing.
And what of the people that walk the line? Those people that are merely okay looking? What of the butterfaces? What of the people with perfect skin and bone structure but really fat bodies? What of the super-hot amputees or parapalegics? Where is their place in either future? The choice they’d be forced to make would be excruciating. There would be no non-partisan peaceful talk allowed. One or the other, kid. Choose. It’s a two-party system.
This society would need judges. Arbiters. Beholders. People whose job it was to divine the beauty or lack thereof in any given person.
I imagine the battle. I imagine the ferocity. I imagine each side believing in their own superiority. I imagine the legendary heroes of each side. I imagine everyone ending up in a giant equalizer of scars, wounds, blood and death there under the sun on the grassy battlefield.
I can literally think about it for hours.
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And I mean a Braveheart-style medieval throwdown with thousands of people. Not even people that are into it. Conscripts. Like a real war. People whose heads have been filled with negative propaganda about the other team and then sent into the battlefield.
For the most part of the last twenty years, America has fought for mostly economic reasons. This ‘ugly versus beauty’ fight would be a harkening back to World War Two when the genealogical future of humanity itself was at stake.
It would be interesting because of the idealized ‘after the war’ utopias imagined by each team. The beautiful people would picture a flawless, austere, aesthetically perfect and fashionable world. The ugly people would picture a world based on mutual respect regardless of outward appearance.
Neither future would survive humanity’s selfishness or baser desires, of course, like any idealized ‘post-victory’ world, but the idea of them is amazing. Imagine the posters. Imagine the dreams. Imagine the fantasies.
Imagine spies. Spies in the midst of the ugly people, promised plastic surgery and makeovers by the beautiful people ‘after the war’ in exchange for information. Spies amongst the beautiful people with rock-bottom self-esteem who hate the beauty they see in the mirror and want to join a society where their looks count for nothing.
And what of the people that walk the line? Those people that are merely okay looking? What of the butterfaces? What of the people with perfect skin and bone structure but really fat bodies? What of the super-hot amputees or parapalegics? Where is their place in either future? The choice they’d be forced to make would be excruciating. There would be no non-partisan peaceful talk allowed. One or the other, kid. Choose. It’s a two-party system.
This society would need judges. Arbiters. Beholders. People whose job it was to divine the beauty or lack thereof in any given person.
I imagine the battle. I imagine the ferocity. I imagine each side believing in their own superiority. I imagine the legendary heroes of each side. I imagine everyone ending up in a giant equalizer of scars, wounds, blood and death there under the sun on the grassy battlefield.
I can literally think about it for hours.
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Date: 13 Aug 2008 05:04 (UTC)We'd win 'cos we wouldn't give a shit about the scarring.
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Date: 13 Aug 2008 05:15 (UTC)no subject
Date: 14 Aug 2008 05:35 (UTC)Be clever, not beautiful,
If your goal is pure survival.
(Clever, Not Beautiful)
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Date: 14 Aug 2008 09:28 (UTC)no subject
Date: 14 Aug 2008 05:37 (UTC)- Arwen
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Date: 14 Aug 2008 09:29 (UTC)