the beauty in ugly. more like, where's beauty? coz ugly is all over the damned place.

The Beauty In Ugly
Jason Mraz

ok, so i'm nut really listenin to it like i'd listen to bowling for soup (cos i been listenin to these guys like mad this weekend) because i keep imagining salsa dancers when i hear it, and it is one sight i'll not enjoy anytime soon.
i just heard it over the radio the other day. nonetheless my interest was piqued when they mentioned the song was for the soundtrack of Ugly Betty -- the American version of Betty La Fea.
now if you dare say you aint got no clue who Betty is, you're either some liar who thinks they're plushly above the ghetto society, or you haven't been in the philippines the last couple of years. and no, you can't be in between.

there's good stuff in the lyrics, i tell you now.
it fits the show like mittens on hands.
Like: Don't believe in leaving normal just to satisfy demand is mighty agreeable to evryone and anyone who hasn't yet turned into the cynic most others end up in this prejudiced world we inhabit.

really, Betty's story is just what it is: fiction. mind-product. not true. nadah.
the only way the opressed Betties of today will forge forward through and over them emaciated foulmouths of the glamorous is if they won an obscene amount of greens (or in the philippines' case purples/yellows/blues) in the lottery and decided to have the innate damages in their physiology repaired under scalpels and laserbeams.
and even after all the hassle o being cut up, when they have all become as perfect as Mikey's David, they would still have that invisble placard on their foreheads that screams "I had my nose done!"
exactly where is the beauty in that?

so take a hike, Jason, because all i see is ugly.
inside AND out.

fine then. i guess i'm a cynic too.