What I Have Happened To Notice

I have always thanked my lucky stars that I wasn’t born a woman. In addition to being suspectible to all sorts of illness that cause slow painful ways to die like breast cancer (which by the way I was told by Threez that a mammogram could trigger the cancer and therefore you are kcuf no matter which way you turn), women have their own food chain, with their ugly sisters occupying the lower rungs and the prettier ones at the top. Looks really seem to matter, if you were born with indoor plumbing.
This isn’t so obvious in the blogosphere. For an example nobody seems to care that mrbrown, miyagi or kennysia look like trolls. Kenny has horribly hairy legs like a orang utan. But we love all of them anyway. Because they are men. Our expectations of men are terribly low. If they were like greek gods, we would be making snide remarks like “Oh he writes so well and he’s such a hunk - has be gay as a fruit loop”. What bastards we are!
Have you noticed how the more popular blogs seem to be run by women with above average looks? Let’s not name any names here lest the aforementioned bloggers think I have the hots for them. But it’s true isn’t it. If you are female and post a nice photo of yourself on your blog, prepare for an influx of male attention.
I frequent many female bloggers daily. Celia makes me stop and think with her consistently insightful posts. Kutu, who runs a journal of self-loathing, makes me laugh together with her as she transforms her despair into manifestations of humour. I have no idea how they look like and I don’t care.
Why should a pretty girl be popular both online and offline when some average girls who blogs better languishes in obscurity? I think this is terribly unfair. But then life is unfair. What do you want, a magic pony?
Don’t blog for fame or to be popular or to win some silly contest.
Blog, because you have no mouth but must scream.
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