Below is my response to a MySpace conversation I was having with a friend of mine (friend shall remain nameless to protect our insane conversational topics).
Friend presented me with the suggestion of making ray-guns that can turn ugly people attractive and vice versa (this convo is also assuming that the two of us are on the attractive side of the argument, I think). Here is my response. I think I might be certifiably insane, but I do raise some good points.
That presents the classic conundrum. There would be some people (handsome or not) that would simply abuse the powers of said ray-gun and not return people to their regular "attractive" life (ed. note, the gun in theory at the beginning would only be used to make people more or less attractive during conversations with them). And I have a feeling that it would eventually lead to a Sneeches (see Dr. Seuss) type problem. Besides this whole concept (while seemingly fun) would inevitably backfire causing our society, as it is, to become even more shallow and superficial than it already is. Besides if I'm prettier than, let's say, Angelina Jolie, will I be forced to have to live her life? As hot as Brad Pitt is, I don't want to be married to him and have, what I believe is the most recent and accurate count, 7,483 children, all from different lands. I'm just not that nice or caring (or patient) of a person. And that leads me to my next point, seeing as some people are better humanitarians than others, wouldn't we lose that all as the presumed ugmos become pretty and therefore get so self involved they forget about freeing Tibet or protecting the polar bears and do nothing but stare at their hot looks all day and neglecting the things that really need to be done? And in order to free Tibet and all that jazz wouldn't all the "pretty" people decide to become ugly so they could in fact focus on all the selfless acts that need to be executed and therefore the entire world shifts into an endless "Freaky Friday?" For the love of all ugly people, and if your ray-gun plan comes into effect, I think that Dr. Seuss' The Sneeches does in fact need to become our new Declaration of Independence (or atleast our Declaration of I'm OK with Myself and My Looks).
Whew, I'm worn out now.
Good thing I still don't have a job. If I did I wouldn't be able to get so heated over the discussion of a fancy ray-gun that alters the appearance of others. Plus, isn't beauty in the eye of the beholder? And, if I think a person is attractive and if someone else didn't agree they might alter the attractive person's looks and then I couldn't be friends with them anymore because at the end of the day I'm only friends with pretty people.
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