Politically correct I am not.
Nor will I ever be. Don't wanna be, don't wish to be, and I hope you aren't either.
Them peeps are boring and safe.
Boring and safe = well, boring and safe.
One of my most favorite politically correct sayings is that "looks don't matter. It's what's on the inside that counts."
Of course, what's on the inside does matter more than what's on the outside.
To an extent.
Case in point: A man you think is semi-attractive can become a Romeo once you get to know him.
Alas, a man you can't stand at first can become a total daydream to you once you get to know him.
Great. Awesome. Fantastic.
But bottom lines are bottom lines for a reason.
LOOKS MATTER.
{gasp}
Let me use my three year old as an example.
(Since well, he is three and I can bribe him with cookies)
Looks like two different boys, yes?
exhibit a: cheesy smile, a grey shirt with silly headphones and some funky red high-waisted shorts from godknowswhere.
exhibit b: the "cool" look of a long sleeved shirt under a hip short-sleever, mohawk, cargo shorts and puma shoes.
Even his expression is different.
Because how we present ourselves is how we are going to be perceived.
So please, no more "looks don't matter."
Looks DO matter.
exhibit a: cheesy smile, a grey shirt with silly headphones and some funky red high-waisted shorts from godknowswhere.
exhibit b: the "cool" look of a long sleeved shirt under a hip short-sleever, mohawk, cargo shorts and puma shoes.
Even his expression is different.
Because how we present ourselves is how we are going to be perceived.
So please, no more "looks don't matter."
Looks DO matter.