A tragedy
So one of my co-workers has a baby. I was very excited the first time I got to see pictures of the baby, and was ready to exclaim “what a beautiful baby boy!” Luckily, we were with another co-worker who timely said “She’s lovely!” Phew, dodged a bullet there. It also didn’t help that the baby had one of those gender-neutral names either. (I don’t really want to say the name for fear that this baby will grow up, virtual-realitied into the internet [because everyone will be virtual-realitying by then] and find this mean post from his…oops I mean her mom’s old co-worker).
It is quite the tragic situation, ugly babies that is. Their moms think the world of them, that they are tiny little angels, and proudly dress them up and take tons of pictures. But equally tragic are the viewers of these pics, who are obligated to shower the pictures with praises. Since I’m not very good at lying, this has been very difficult for me and gets worse as time goes on:
“Hmmmm, that’s a beautiful bow.”
“Ohh, that crib, is that mahogany wood?”
“Your baby…yes, good.”
“A square head means she has a square skull.”
“I like that she has eyes.”
Well, ugly babies shouldn’t feel too bad. It is commonly believed that ugly babies grow up to be attractive people and cute babies grow up to be not so cute people (well with the exception of this cute baby).
Well, the point of this blog post is irrelevant anyways because everyone is born beautiful on the inside (not true) and that what’s really matters (not true).
