Beautiful people

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November 14, 2009...11:40 am
Beautiful People
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Anyone read any of the numerous articles from the most ridiculous statistic to come out of this week? No? Let’s talk. A dating website, called BeautifulPeople.com found that us Brits are among the ugliest people in the world, based on the number of us accepted to feature on the site. The site, which rates all users before membership is granted – you send in a recent photo and short profile – only chose 3 out of every 20 British women. Our men were even worse off; only 1 out of every eight made the grade. Added to the report from a couple months back that British men are the second worst lovers in the world (ahead only of the Germans), it’s been a bit of a PR fail for British men recently… But you know what, Beautiful People? Suck it. SUCK IT HARD.

Beautiful People managing director, Greg Hodge, said. “Next to Brazilian and Scandinavian beauties, British people just aren’t as toned or glamorous.” No s$#!, Hodge. We live on a small rainy island and our national dishes include chips, curry and fried lard*. What did you expect? He went on: “I would say Britain is stumbling because they don’t spend as much time polishing up their appearance and they are letting themselves down on physical fitness.” He finished, “It hurts me – I’m English.” Whatevs, Hodge.

We’ve been parodied from here to eternity – teeth, hair, pale complexions (I’ll be honest, these stereotypes have less to do with Black Britons, but work with me), nothing has escaped unscathed. We’re sick of it. Sick, I tells ya. You only have to walk down a street in London to disprove this whole “British people are ugly” myth. We gave the world Daniel Craig, Pierce Brosnan, heck James Bond. We gave the world Naomi Campbell, Michael Fassbender (yum), Rachel Weisz, and half of Halle Berry (her mother’s English). We’re beautiful (and handsome) dammit, and we’re sick that the rest of you don’t see what we see in the mirror. If nothing else, our population’s doing well, so at least we’re still having sex with one another - even if no other nation wants to.

I don’t need to join some silly dating site to determine my self worth or attractiveness. I’m British, and I’m beautiful. Just like those other uniquely British things: Mini Coopers, Dyson vacuum cleaners or Lea & Perrins. Stop hatin’ and start appreciatin’. Humph.

*May not actually be a national dish

Ok, if you want to be technical, Michael is Irish BUT his mother's Irish line is Northern Ireland, which ideally is part of the UK. So as many times as Michael has denied being British, he kind of is. Unless the information we have is wrong.