"And I wonder, if I have anything to say anymore. Oh yeah, I wonder if I have anything to say except the masses, are asses." -L7

Last night, I was incredibly bored and having problems sleeping--that's nothing out of the ordinary. Well, I stumbled across this little snippet while watching interviews of Peter Steele. It's incredibly odd that he was on Rikki Lake, but that's completely beside the point. This woman had a chance to do something--that I would kill to do--and she didn't do it. She was sitting right next to this beautifully tortured soul, and all she could do is make wry comments and throw herself at him. This, of course, rubbed me the wrong way and it just made me think far too much about a far larger issue.

I want to live in a world where substance merits more than petty beauty. Of course there is beauty in substance, but I'm beginning to wonder if I'm the only one that sees it. Seriously. I would, by far, rather spend two hours completely engulfed in an interesting conversation with a physically unattractive person of intelligence, wisdom, and opinions than two hours making out, or what have you, with an attractive buffoon. Am I the only person that feels this way? A good friend of mine made a comment about how disgusting the Aghori were, after me talking about how much I admired them for a long while. They're disgusting because their culture sees everything as beautiful. In our culture, even the most natural of occurrences are vile--childbirth, menstruation, really anything involving bodily fluids is ugly, death, decay--these are all such natural human experiences and we've defiled them into minor inconveniences and taboos because we find them disagreeable. Or, perhaps we find them depressing or less than pleasant--and beauty has to be pleasant in our culture. Beauty is not always pleasant. Sometimes, beauty is downright disturbing and that is what makes it beautiful.
"Some beautiful things are more impressive when left imperfect than when too highly finished."