Am I Ugly?

I’m taking a break from my drunken debauchery to talk about something disturbing. Apparently this "Am I Ugly?" thing is a huge craze on YouTube, and it just makes me really sad.

Have you ever read any YouTube comments? Even a video showing cute puppies has comments from the most negative people. It’s just sad that these young girls want to subject themselves to this. If YouTube was around when I was a preteen, I probably would’ve done the same thing. Thankfully I’ve gained a lot of self-confidence since then.

I’ve had people tell me I’m beautiful, I’ve had people tell me that I “need to get some work done” but at the end of the day I love myself and that is all that matters.

Also know that physical beauty is very subjective. A few years ago, Jessica Simpson had a TV. show called, “The Price of Beauty.” The point of the show was “"to meet women, study local fashions, dietary fads and beauty regimes," all in an attempt to explore the meaning of true beauty in different cultures” according to Wikipedia. I found this show very eye opening and it showed me that beauty in Japan is way different than beauty in Uganda, or Brazil. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. What one person may call ugly, another will consider beautiful.

This subject also brings up the question, what is “ugly” supposed to mean anyways? To me “ugly” applies to anyone who is mean spirited and full of hate. I don’t care if you’re a Supermodel, if you have a rotten personality, I consider you “ugly”.

To all the preteens, teenagers, and even us adults, know that you are beautiful tell yourself that every day.

Instead ask yourself:

Am I smart? Funny? Witty? Confident?
Am I a good friend? Sister? Mother? Daughter?
Do I do the right thing even if no one else is watching?
Do I want to change the world and make it a better place?

So please ladies, stop with this “Am I ugly?” and “Please rate me on a scale of 1-10” bullshit. Instead listen to “Beautiful” by Christina Aguilera, remind yourself on how awesome you are, and remember that your haters’ opinions DO NOT matter.

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Don’t Worry I’m Not Dead…

just incredibly lazy about updating my blogs. Well besides that, incredibly stressed out with work. I’m having that all too familiar feeling we all have, the “I don’t get paid enough to put up with this bullshit!” feeling. I think it’s more than a dilemma though than a feeling. I’m actually thinking about falling back on my plan of finding a sugar daddy, participating in a medical research study, or becoming a stripper. At the moment though I don’t particularly feel like dealing with men, pretending I have depression, or learning how to walk in 6 inch clear high heels.

Decisions, decisions. Maybe I should have a root beer w/vanilla vodka before finishing my rant.

…okay I’m back, slightly buzzed, and ready to finish my rant. I’m not completely drunk though because I can still type, but obviously you’ve figured that out by now. Also, those people who asked for my advice, I’ll be answering your questions in my next post. I didn’t forget about you!

But anyways, I’d like to propose a toast to all my readers who have fucking horrible jobs! (Taking a pause to drink) I know since the economy sucks, we should be thankful that we even have employment, but when I have to Google, “how to find a sugar daddy” we have a problem. I also have a problem with the hiring lady at Forever 21 asking me if I’m a college graduate when I ask for an application. I’m not going to go to the University of Washington just so I can have the opportunity sell trendy clothes part-time to teeny boppers for minimum wage!

I know we all have to have crappy jobs when we are young. Waiting tables, babysitting, et cetera is just one of those things you have to do. I think it helps build character and it will make you appreciate the day when you (hopefully) land your dream job. Plus bad work stories make the best subjects to gripe about after a couple of drinks! But when does a crappy job cross the line into unacceptable? I don’t know the exact point right now, but subsisting on ramen noodles and handing out countless resumes is starting to look more and more appealing.

My solution to my problems: have a couple more drinks, get someone to drive me to Jack in the Box because breakfast food sounds really good right now, and take some time to think deep thoughts about my options.

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