Yes Frank! That is so right. And a Gentleman would never say that about any woman, in public at least.
And therein lies the tragedy of the defrocked warped primitive.
The defrocked warped primitive, a
femme, was alas born not aesthetic, even as a little girl.
She had to take some grief from her paternal ancestor (an asshole, but not in the same way the defrocked warped thinks he was), from childhood playmates, high-school boys, and drug-addled boyfriends and ex-husband.
The author Ludwig Bemelmans once wrote that the most heart-wrenching sight in life is seeing an ugly child weeping.
I wrote about such a sight myself, seen in the socialist paradises of the workers and peasants with free medical care for all; a grotesquely ugly and misshapen miniature monstrosity, huddling in a corner, sobbing in his rejection by his fellows in the park.
It rips the guts out, seeing such a thing.
And thus also the tragedy of the defrocked warped primitive.
And thus the devolution of what would otherwise be a decent and civilized person, into primitivity.
This is why I always counsel those of the male persuasion to try, no matter how difficult it is, to find something appealing in an otherwise unaesthetic woman, and to compliment her on it. Not soft-soap, but something real; such as the friendly smile on an obese woman, or the sparkling eyes on an ugly teenagerette, or the kindness of a mannish-looking little girl.
Women put great stock in words about their appearance; I dunno why they do, but they do.
Every time a man says something nice (and true) about a woman, a primitive is aborted.
