I hope it is obvious why I have created the narrative of me in Tweed, right? It is because I am a lumpy, kinda odd, endearing, but not classically beautiful person. So I invented something for me that works, and while many people groan a bit, it is both fashion forward and hides my worst defects.
What gets under my skin the most when calling people ugly is they don’t even know what they are doing. It is like lobbing rocks at things you can’t see. What would happen if I doused a stone circle in paint? (Yeah, I saw that). The perps thought it was ugly, everyone else in the world marveled at it.
What happens when you call a person ugly? They turn in on themselves and let themselves revel in anger, despair, defensiveness, and so many other emotions that are destructive.
Unless your goal is to make the world a worse place, my advice is to not call anything ugly.
