What happens when a gawky 25 year old South Indian-nurse looking-curly haired woman suddenly realizes that looks don't really matter at her workplace and her head reeking of Coconut oil is the key to the treasure trunk - She goes on a vindictive power trip! She shuns away all chiffon skirt swaying, jimmy choo wearing variants with a stiff hairy upper lip.
Then again there is the blue eyed, golden haired and milky white stunning statuesque who came out of the chasm and instantaneously learned how benevolent it was of her to agree to be born, and that their single-most insignificant gift to mankind is the enthralling beauty for which they themselves cannot take any credit. Too bad that the makings of a strong persona with habits that a dignified human being must possess take a backseat. For a good pedicure can always make up for appalling behaviour or bad breath.
Most fascinating are people who constantly work on different versions of themselves. They hit puberty at 28 when they land up with pink tresses and have a parallel personality on Facebook. You can't really blame them, they've always been on the line which spells mediocrity, always just short of a strike out. So when most people their age get over all that jazz, these aspirants start to paint the town..
All three above know not the art of cutting the Gordian knot. If you can't get what you want by being smart just play dumb or dewy eyed. Beauty in flesh will continue to rule the world.. but you wont want a fifty dollar haircut on a fifty cent head. Normal is good. Symmetrical is uncommon. Too quirky kills it. But before trying to pull of any of my priceless pointers remember beauty is skin deep but ugly cuts to the bone
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