It's time to take a stand against the one group of people that rarely get blame placed on them for anything. There is virtually no profiling done on these folks. They could get away with murder; with a twinkle in their eye, they could plead innocence to a jury and would walk away within the hour. I'm talking about the pretty people -- those who catch the eye with their perfecto form and become popular because they are society's eye candy. They are placed on a tall pedestal, undeservedly, and praised by the remainder of the populace. I'd like to raise a few of the annoying issues and shed some light on them in my own brand of stupor-style ranting and raving. Firstly, the Pretty People generally only congregate with each other, and segregate the rest. Are they too good for the "normies"? Is there some secret organization dedicated to the above-average treatment of good-looking people? I hope they're paying a stiff premium for this. Yet it's not the fact that they collect together as one unit that frosts my tomatoes. No, it's the fact that they snub the others! The nerds, the geeks, the pleasantly plump, the wafer thin, the clumsy, the overly intelligent -- they all are pushed aside in social situations, mainly because they don't fit the mainstream image of what is 'cool'. And we all want to be cool, right? I suppose it is largely the fault of the eyes of he media that brings this travesty into reality. Unsurprisingly, it is plain fact that hot people sell products, and homely people sell blindfolds. But since outer beauty is not a difference that can be controlled (at least, not without a wad of cash), it should not be held against a person if they lack it. Isn't it all about the inner beauty? ...Guess not. So if you tell somebody that they're beautiful on the inside, you're a liar, you liar! Secondly, the pretty people always have significant others; it's a rite of passage or something. But it always seems like the same situation with every relationship. The girls are thin, glass-eyed paper dolls, the guys are large, muscly beings, and both have the IQ of a bran nugget. I suppose in a way they belong together, but in another way, they really ought to diversify their sexy portfolio. Sometimes the rest of us want to delve into that big bucket of beauty and scoop out a nice breaded thigh every once in a while. Oh yes, it's true. But it always happens that beautiful people have significant others. Every. Damn. Time. I wish everyone had a flashing light over their head -- red if they're taken, green if they're available. I could easily scope out the green chicks -- problem solved, la-dee-dah. Existence doesn't play that way though, so I have to learn the hard way: through repeated disappointment. Lastly, I'd like to bring up the fact that many pretty people smoke. That's not pleasant to discover. Oftentimes there is a good-looking person that you think is attractive, and then you see them pull that wily and elusive pack of cigarettes out of their pocket and suddenly, they become a disgusting being. It's interesting how even a single stick of future flaming tobacco can cause the complete reversal of attractive features. Even the most beautiful person in the world can be hideous with a sin stick protruding out of their mouth. It's a sad state of affairs when you think smoking makes you cool (or when you just become addicted to it). We could all love you sans black lungs. On the flipside, pretty people also tend to drink a lot of alcoholic tonics (legally or illegally). That not only makes you "appear cooler" but it also makes you more accepting if someone asks you to transform into a naked being. Hmmm...er...OK, not everything is a problem. Oh, wait... sex, yeah... OK. Drink responsibly. In conclusion, love me because I exist and because of my emotions and my mind; don't disapprove just because I am Captain Beanpole of the Nerd Brigade! ...I'm just venting, that's all.