Before today, my benchmark for the saddest of situations was from Making the Band, where Ikaika Kahoano’s crusty joy-miser father traveled all the way from Hawaii to pressure him to quit O-Town, thus preventing him from what would surely be the pinnacle of his career, the music video for Liquid Dreams (my eyes are getting watery just thinking about it). But thanks to Rob Lowe, that’s no longer the saddest, most unjust thing I can think of. Rob was brave enough to open up to the New York Times and speak candidly about the silent struggle of history’s forgotten victims, pretty people:
‘There’s this unbelievable bias and prejudice against quote-unquote good-looking people, that they can’t be in pain or they can’t have rough lives or be deep or interesting. They can’t be any of the things that you long to play as an actor. I’m getting to play those parts now and loving it. When I was a teen idol, I was so goddamn pretty I wouldn’t have taken myself seriously.”
WON’T SOMEBODY PLEASE THINK OF THE ATTRACTIVE???? Just because they won the genetic lottery and people smile at them like they’re damn living angels who can make a living from letting people film them or take pictures of their pretty faces, does that mean they do not feel sadness? Or bleed? (well, they still bleed, but it’s just a thinner, more attractive shade of red). When will we, as a society, stand up and stop turning a blind eye to the plight of the square-jawed and perfect-nosed? The next time you’re out and you see a beautiful person, give them a hug and reassure them “I know your life is hard, but we’re all here for you. Stay strong.”
Pic: Splash
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