From Happy Meals to Happy People

I like to keep to myself. I don’t stick my nose – or any other body part for that matter – where it is not wanted, and so far it’s been so good. I’m unabashedly un- confrontational, and if you want to pick a fight with me, you win. That’s why what I’m about to stay goes against almost everything I stand for. The only reason I am choosing to write a blog so grave in opinion is because it’s a notion with which I have been wrestling for quite some time. People who are at a disadvantage in physical attractiveness make up for it in personality, humor and charisma. Phew. Saying that was like ripping off a band-aid: you know it’s gonna sting but you still want to do it anyways.

Comedians aren’t generally the upper echelon of society’s beauty. In general (as always, exceptions do exist) they are the frumpy Joe Shmoes at the party who got heads to turn by their quick-witted comebacks and laugh inducing self-deprecation jokes. How do I know? Because I observe the hell out of everything.

There was a sex and the city episode where Miranda becomes the center of entertainment for the bachelor party when she refreshingly makes fun of herself to a room full of girlfriends and fiancées as she chronicles the miseries of SoloVille. She later tells a confused Carrie Bradshaw that the only way she avoids the pity is with the jokes.

Very few things she said after that (or before, for that matter) ever made more sense to me. Beautiful people don’t often need to cultivate humor and wit because it’s rare they’ll ever be left off the guest list in the first place. Seth Rogan, one of Hollywood’s current funnymen uses his Jewfro and spare tire to create hilarious content and maintain a high demand. He used what God gave him, and he used it wisely.

I’m really not saying that all beauties are bores and all fatties are funnies, but if you look back a few years, the latter seems to be a growing trend. John Candy, Rosie O’Donnell, Jonah Hill…I can keep going if you’ll let me. I’m just really proud of these people for not shying away from the spotlight because the heads don’t turn when they walk into a room. What’s the use of staring at a tight-lipped super model? Looks fade, sweetheart.

There, was that so bad? Tell me if I’ve become too opinionated for you. I’m giving away a freshly ripped Band-Aid as the first comment prize.