It must be hard to be beautiful. Rippling man-crumpets Kit Harington and Douglas Booth have both been in the press rather recently complaining about how people don’t take them seriously because they’re too handsome. My immediate inclination, when I hear these violins warming up, is to help them out of their desperation by taking to their excellently proportioned visages with a fold-up chair.
I’m not denying that these fine specimens of human beings feel like they’re being disadvantaged in life, but then I’m also fairly convinced that the disadvantages of being too gorgeous rather outweigh the repulsive qualities of looking like a morbidly obese manatee that’s been ravaged by a lawn strimmer. I mean, there are setbacks we have to overcome in life (‘nuts, I’ve run out of coffee/cut my finger/am distractingly good looking and no one takes me seriously as an actor’), and there are setbacks. Y’know?
Perhaps it’s a humanitarian gesture on the part of Kit and Doug, picked up from the advice column of Really Really Good Looking People magazine. It’s really very kind and considerate of them to wear their outrageous genetic luck like a noose, as if it’s intended to make those of us less fortunate a bit happier about our hideous lots in life. Dreamy eyes, inflatable lips and a stomach you could play a tune on are really a disability, so obviously it’s unfair of me to make fun of them in any way.
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