The Practicality of “Ugly Affirmative Action”

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Yeah, it's not looking good for his earning potential

I’m a pretty big fan of words. I enjoy typing them, reading them, researching them, and, on many occasions, inventing them. (What, you thought “cunnilingusness” was a real word?)

In fact, it’s not uncommon for me to type a sentence, be “eh” about a certain word, go to a thesaurus at dictionary.com or Merriam-Webster to find a more appropriate word, and lose myself there; spending 20 minutes clicking on and learning new definitions, tenses, and antonyms. Along with my latent nerd tendencies, I think this obsession with finding the perfect word comes from a fear of being misunderstood; a neurosis that manifests as me making certain there’s no wiggle room when trying to convey some points.

Anyway, I’m bringing this up because, despite this need to be perfectly clear, there’s one word I try my damnedest not to use even if it seems like the optimum fit; a word so pejorative and condemning that I’d rather create a euphemistic phrase for it instead of just typing or speaking it: Ugly

What separates ugly from other common non-vulgar pejorative adjectives (dumb, stupid, fat, etc) — and why I’m reluctant to use it — is that it’s rarely accurate (“ugly” suggests a universal aesthetic belligerence — a quality very few people possess) and, more importantly, ugly sticks.

You can laugh off and forget being called stupid or dumb or even “unattractive” (the ultimate kind euphemism for “ugly”), but ugly tends to dig a tad deeper and tends to sound a tad meaner. We’re aware that being ugly might be the ultimate human albatross, and even jokingly giving a person that distinction is basically saying “your life is always going to suck, and there’s nothing you can do about it.”

And, if you think I’m being too harsh about the burden of ugliness, check this out.

From “Ugly? You May Have a Case”

BEING good-looking is useful in so many ways.

In addition to whatever personal pleasure it gives you, being attractive also helps you earn more money, find a higher-earning spouse (and one who looks better, too!) and get better deals on mortgages. Each of these facts has been demonstrated over the past 20 years by many economists and other researchers. The effects are not small: one study showed that an American worker who was among the bottom one-seventh in looks, as assessed by randomly chosen observers, earned 10 to 15 percent less per year than a similar worker whose looks were assessed in the top one-third — a lifetime difference, in a typical case, of about $230,000.

Beauty is as much an issue for men as for women. While extensive research shows that women’s looks have bigger impacts in the market for mates, another large group of studies demonstrates that men’s looks have bigger impacts on the job.

This excerpt was written by University of Texas economics professor Daniel E. Hamermesh, whose new book “Beauty Pays: Why Attractive People are More Successful” explores a “duh!” premise and finds some intriguing results, including the “fact” that there actually is a universal standard of beauty and ugliness.

You might argue that people can’t be classified by their looks — that beauty is in the eye of the beholder. That aphorism is correct in one sense: if asked who is the most beautiful person in a group of beautiful people, you and I might well have different answers. But when it comes to differentiating classes of attractiveness, we all view beauty similarly: someone whom you consider good-looking will be viewed similarly by most others; someone you consider ugly will be viewed as ugly by most others. In one study, more than half of a group of people were assessed identically by each of two observers using a five-point scale; and very few assessments differed by more than one point.

Basically, we’ll debate exactly where people on the top ten and people on the bottom ten percent of the looks scale should rank (“Yeah, she’s good looking, but she’s an 8.7 instead of a 9“), but we’ll all come to the same consensus that they definitely belong in their “good-looking” or “not good-looking” categories.

So, is there any way to rectify the fact that, on average, ugly people will make almost a quarter-million dollars less over their lifetimes than attractive people? Well, Hamermesh has a somewhat contrived (but somewhat practical) remedy for that problem.

A more radical solution may be needed: why not offer legal protections to the ugly, as we do with racial, ethnic and religious minorities, women and handicapped individuals?

We actually already do offer such protections in a few places, including in some jurisdictions in California, and in the District of Columbia, where discriminatory treatment based on looks in hiring, promotions, housing and other areas is prohibited. Ugliness could be protected generally in the United States by small extensions of the Americans With Disabilities Act. Ugly people could be allowed to seek help from the Equal Employment Opportunity Commission and other agencies in overcoming the effects of discrimination. We could even have affirmative-action programs for the ugly.

Now, I haven’t read his book yet (and this point might be addressed in it), but I question his methodology. While he suggests that employers discriminate against ugly people, it’s possible that people who’ve been called ugly their entire lives have developed a learned helplessness that affects their self-esteem and ultimately hinders their professional progress. The make less money because they’re worse workers and less ambitious, and they’re worse workers and less ambitious because they’re less confident.

Still, the idea of ugly affirmative action is an interesting one, and I’d be curious to see exactly how they’d construct the application process. (I imagine it would involve a ton of masks and funhouse mirrors.)

Anyway, people of VSB.com, I’m curious: Do you think that ugly is too powerful of a word to be used lightly? Also, do you incorporate it in your lexicon, or do you try to use kinder euphemisms like “unattractive?”

Also, if it is true that ugly people get discriminated against, ugly affirmative action isn’t really that crazy of an idea, right?

—The Champ

The Best Dating Advice For a Man? “Never, Ever Listen To Women.”

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Would definitely fare better with the ladies if he drove a Prius

(The following is an abridged version of a great conversation that The Champ may have never actually had last weekend with a young man who might not actually exist. )

Young Man (“Tommy”): “That doesn’t make any sense.”

Champ: “Why not?”

Tommy: “You’re supposed to be giving me advice about how to be more attractive to women, and your first piece of advice is to ignore everything women say about what they find attractive.”

Champ: “And?”

Tommy: “Well, doesn’t it make sense to get it from the source? I mean, who better to ask about women’s wants and desires than other women?”

Champ: “Hmm. What we have here is a failure to understand basic human behavior. If you don’t retain anything else I tell you, please just remember this one fact: Women are the absolute last people you should be getting advice from about what women find attractive. Why? Well, they have no f*cking idea themselves! Seriously, you have a better chance of hearing a hot 16 from Wiz Khalifa than you do of meeting a woman who knows exactly what they want in a man. And, if you happen to find the one chick in a billion who knows exactly what she wants, good luck in getting her to actually articulate it. It’s like asking a gazelle why they love getting eaten by cheetahs.”

Tommy: “So, just don’t listen to women, ever?”

Champ: “I wouldn’t take it that far. You should probably listen to your mom and when female baristas tell you that your hot chocolate is, in fact, hot. Also, once you’re actually in a relationship, listening to your girlfriend/wife every once in a while isn’t the worst idea in the world.

That aside, life has shown me that the single worst dating mistake young (and old) men make is crafting their behavior around the “cacophony of completely arbitrary noise” that’s better known as “women’s professed wants and desires.

And, just so I don’t come off as a raging misogynist, “women” could very easily be replaced with “humans.” None of us — men, women, West Virginians — know what we want about anything. Sh*t, I can’t even tell you what I want for dinner tonight, so how the hell do you expect me to know exactly what I’d want from something as complex as a romantic relationship?”

Tommy: “So, um, why am I even listening to you?”

Champ: “Because.”

Tommy: “Okie dokie. So, since I’m not supposed to listen to women, ever, what should I do?”

Champ: “Pay attention. That’s it. Pay attention to what they respond to. Pay attention to who they say they need to stay away from. Pay attention to who makes them nervous.

And, if you want to get specific, if you’re interested in a particular type of women, pay attention to the type of men that those women always seem to date. For heaven’s sake, don’t ever f*cking listen to a word any of them say about what type of men they find attractive, but watch closely, read, observe, assess, and act.”

Tommy: “Anything else?”

Champ: “I’ve noticed that smelling good seems to really help. Seriously, I know some women who’d f*ck a Michelin snow tire if it smelled like Escada Sentiment. What’s weird is that once they start to actually like you, “smelling good” means “any smell you produce aside from a fart.” They’ll eventually become hooked on your everyday scent, but you need some artificial assistance to lure them in. Basically, cologne is to women what lacefront is to men.

Also, I’d advise you to introduce an element of surprise in your life.”

Tommy: “So, hide in shadows and sneak up on b*tches?”

Champ: “Um, not exactly. I’m trying to teach you how to attract women, not homicide detectives. By “surprise” I mean that it tends to intrigue women if they learn something about you that they really didn’t expect.

For instance, if you look like Kimbo Slice, the women you meet probably aren’t going to be very impressed by your collection of Smack DVD’s or your tendency to chase down and stab motorists who’ve cut you off. But, if you generally look, dress, and act like Carlton Banks, revealing a side that’s a bit more “hood” and aggressive than they’d expect from you will make them think “Hmmm. That’s interesting.” And, as we all know, “Hmmm. That’s interesting” is internal womenspeak for “Hmmm. My thighs just got 8.5% more damp.

Tommy: “I guess that makes sense. I think women would be more impressed by a linebacker at spoken word than some Frankie Lymon looking-ass n*gga.”

Champ: “Right! This is actually what women’s (and men’s) magazines always get wrong when they’re advising men. Women aren’t impressed by men who are well-read or work out regularly or can educate them about our foreign policy as much as they’re impressed when these tasks are done by men who they wouldn’t immediately associate those attributes too.

I mean, if you’re a f*cking accountant, of course you should be able to wax poetic about the economy and the deficit, and you showing off this knowledge on a date aint going to impress anyone. But, if you’re an accountant who plays semi-pro rugby and the drums for a local hip-hop band? Instant Irene.

Tommy: “Irene?”

Champ: “Get it? Wetness? Moisture? Hurricane Irene?”

Tommy: “I see.”

—The Champ

Come and hang out with Panama Jackson this Saturday, September 3, 2011, as he throws the 2nd installment of Reminisce, a party dedicated to all 90′s everything. From 10-3pm, DJ Cuzzin B will be spinning nothing but the best of hip-hop, r&b, and dancehall from the 90′s. Best of all it’s FREE before 11pm ($10 after), there’s an OPEN BAR FROM 10-11PM and no dress code. It’s cheaper to party than it is to stay home. Oh, and no hurricane. So come party with VSB, Shine on Me, and Just Cause at Liv Nightclub, 2001 11th Street, NW, Washington, DC.

The 500 Billion Dollar Question

You don't believe you, you need more people.

In a week where we 1) saw approximately 126,000 different moderately famous men all decide to come out of the closet on the exact same day, 2) watched the Terminator get kicked out of the Kennedys for doing what Kennedys do, and 3) came thisclose to experiencing the first act of “Left Behind” (and by “thisclose” I mean “not f*cking close at all“), the reaction to Satoshi Kanazawa’s “Why Are Black Women Less Physically Attractive Than Other Women” still remained the most interesting story.

Seriously, in the three years that VSB has been around, I can honestly say that I’ve never seen a non-”important news” related meme catch fire and spread on the internet the way it did. Between Twitter, Facebook, news articles, blogs, and a particularly inspired (and particularly humorous) bout of scientific ownage, Kanazawa’s “study” was discussed, critiqued, examined, and denounced from every conceivable angle as we — content producers — practically tripped over ourselves in a mad dash to somehow get invited to this orgy of easy outrage and (easier) page views.

Although the tone of the preceding paragraph may have implied that I was disappointed with all the attention this story received, I actually was pleasantly surprised by the power and reach of our collective voice. I’m sure Kanazawa himself was surprised as well (although I’m assuming his surprise wasn’t as pleasant) when seeing that the reaction to his article might cost him his job at the London School of Economics — a direct effect of a few grassroots efforts to mobilize and protest.

While getting a quack scientist fired isn’t really that big of a deal, the insanely quick turnaround proves that we can get sh*t done if we put our creative resources together.

You know what would be even more impressive?

Find out exactly how this…

African-American women consistently rate themselves (collectively and individually) more attractive than any other culture of women on the planet. Every objective measure of self-image in comparison to non-black women reflects this.

…and this…

African-American women spend more per person on hair and beauty products — products where the main purpose of many of them is to make black women look “less black”¹ — than any other culture of women on the planet.

…can both be true.

¹”Less black” may have been a poor choice of words. Still, without turning it into a semantics argument, I think the point I’m trying to convey is pretty apparent.

—The Champ

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Building The Perfect (Wo)Man

“So basically, all women want a 6’4”, God-fearing, well-endowed, faithful (ha!), funny, brolic, charcoal-skinned neurosurgeon/hedge fund manager from the Newark slums. Oh, and he can’t own a Dodge Charger either. Anything but a Charger”

—a conglomeration of every comment left by each and every man in this week’s “The Short End Of The Stick: Women, Height Preferences, and Hypocrisy” and “The 10 Men You Should Never, Ever, Ever Consider Dating”

“We women just can’t win. We were already too tall or too short, too thin or too fat, too smart or too stupid, and too chaste or too cock-hungry, too independent or too marriage-minded. Now, we can’t even ask for a man who’s not a midget? You men are lucky I hate the way p*ssy tastes, because if I didn’t, I’d be L-Wording it up right now, word to Jennifer Beals”

—a conglomeration of every comment left by each and every woman in this week’s “The Short End Of The Stick: Women, Height Preferences, and Hypocrisy” and “The 10 Men You Should Never, Ever, Ever Consider Dating”

Since it’s obvious that absolutely no one is winning in this dating game — and since I’m an altruistic and magnanimous motherf*cker — I’ve decided to clear the slate. Today, we’re all going to start from scratch. Well, we’re gonna sort of (but not really) start from scratch. (Actually, what we’re going to do today isn’t “starting from scratch” in the slightest, but since I couldn’t think of a more suitable idiom, “starting from scratch” it is!)

Here’s the deal: Between our height, hair, complexion, class, “swag,” and sexiness issues, we  — black men and women — are filled with enough standards-of attraction-based angst to choke a team of walruses, and we need a little catharsis; a purging that’ll allow us to bury our ghosts of standards past once and for all.

How exactly will we do this? Well, this is our day to be as shallow, superficial, silly, self-centered, and selfish as possible, without any fear of judgment, side-eye, or throat-punches. The task? Build your “perfect” man or woman from scratch, taking favorable attributes from others (famous or not) to create your own personal Freakinstein.

You want your woman to have Esther Baxter’s body with Esther Rolle’s self-esteem? Fine! Does you man need to be packing pipe like Lex Steele, stacking dough like Mark Zuckerberg, and cracking jokes like Chocolate Drop? Great! Be my guest! Funny like Angela Nissel, fine like Angela Bassett and freaky like Angela Lansbury? (Don’t front like you didn’t know why the show was called “Murder She Wrote.” Three words: Angela’s killer p*ssy.) Great!

Your Freakinstein has no time-constraints, either. If you want, say, Pam Grier’s nipples in 1972 on circa 1930′s Lena Horne’s breasts, go right ahead! Richard Roundtree’s shaft, George Gervin’s fingers, and Kunta Kinte’s limp? Perfect!

The cathartic carpet is yours!

—The Champ

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The 10 Men You Should Never, Ever, Ever Consider Dating

Last week, Essence.com published “10 Underrated Men & Why You Should Date Them” — a piece where the homie Paul Carrick Brunson basically explained that single women shouldn’t immediately dismiss their prospective knights just because the shine on his armor might be a little dull.

Included among the types of men who shouldn’t be overlooked were “Introverted Guys,” “No Flava Guys,” and, what will forever be a point of contention between (the majority of) men and women, “Under 5’5″ Guys

Height is the number one request I hear from my female clients, with the average request coming in at 6 feet. But, those same clients are surprised to know that only 14 percent of men in the U.S. meet or exceed that clearance level. Height is sought for the feeling of masculinity it embodies. However, masculinity is the combination of physical prowess (height is only a portion of this component), courage, and honor – he may be vertically challenged, but if he makes up for it in other areas, this guy is a keeper!

Yet, while Paul’s attempt to spread love to men who many women have deemed unlovable is laudable, I think the opposite — listing men who women should avoid dating/speaking to/making eye contact with/riding into submission/fantasizing about/playing the pull-out game with — is even more necessary.

1. The Cheater

While the “once a cheater, always a cheater” cliche is completely false — Why? Well, people change and sh*t. Just look at Tyrese (Wait, nevermind. Bad example) — the perceived “truth” of this saying comes from the mouths and minds of the hundreds of thousands of decision-making deficient dumb broads who stayed with men who already cheated on them!

Yes, cheaters can change, but if you caught him mid-stroke while he was banging his favorite barista on your bedroom dresser (While she’s still wearing her Starbucks uniform, no less!), you need to give his ass the opportunity to change with someone else.

2. The Corporate Thug

You’re probably surprised that I’d list the “corporate thug” — the hard-driving, debonair, dexterous, and deep-d*cking Don Quixote to every 18 to 95 year old black women’s Dulcinea — on a list of men that women should avoid dating, but I have good reason for this.

You see, like the Easter Bunny, Santa Claus, The Lochness Monster, and the chaste Delta, the Corporate Thug doesn’t actually exist, and I hate to see my sistas get their panties all drenched because of a very convincing apparition, even if said apparition happens to be the ghost of Stringer Bell.

Wet panties with no payoff = angry laundry, and angry laundry keeps chicks from fighting crime.

3. The “Just Got Hot” Guy

While you probably don’t have much to worry about if you knew the guy before he won the life lottery, meeting and dating the real life Mike Jones is a no-win proposition…unless, of course, you consider getting “close-bused” until he finds a suitable upgrade to be “winning.”

4. The Bisexual

I really don’t have a reason for listing him here, but each person who crafts a list about the type of men black women need to avoid dating is contractually obligated to list “The Bisexual Man” at least once, and I thought it was about time to fill my quota.

5. The “I’m Not Into Any Sports Whatsoever” Guy

Why? Well, it’s just a bit odd to meet an American man who has completely eschewed probably the most prominent socialization process for any male. It’s also more than likely that he’s transcendentally weird too, as these are the types of guys who drink ketchup packets and take showers with their socks on.

6. Mr. “It’s Still Men Over Bitches even though I’m like 37.” (Mr. “ISMOBETILTS” for short)

While it’s cool and cute for a 25 year old guy to have a go-to crew of co-signers, club-buddies, and college broheims who he consults with before making any major decisions, if you’re dating a guy who’s on the other side of 30 and still knee-deep in bromantic bliss, you and any relationship you try to pursue will be about as meaningless and useless as tits on a bull.

7. The “Still cool with every single one of his exes” Guy

Although it’s (somewhat) cool to still be in contact with an ex or two, the guy who’s still chummy with each of his former partners in coitus is probably more concerned with collecting and creating a complementary harem of women he’s f*cked before — even if he has no plans to sleep with them again — than he’ll ever be with actually committing to one.

8. The “I’m really not like the rest of the guys” Guy

Why? Two reasons:

A) They’re duplicitous traitors willing to sell out and disparage their entire gender just for the chance to possibly sniff some janky broads panties. It’s almost as if they’re preemptively p*ssy-whipped themselves.

B) They’re liars. We ALL leave the toilet seat up, we’ll ALL forget at least one of your birthdays, we ALL drink juice straight from the carton, and we’ll ALL attempt to “accidentally” put it in your butt.

9. The Super Low Sex Drive Guy

Let’s just say that there are few things on the planet worse than a woman who’s going through withdrawal because her “in-touch-with-his-spiritual-side”-ass boyfriend refuses to break her back. And, by “there are few things” I mean “there is nothing.

10. The Old Guy

Because, despite their wisdom, calming natures, attractive bank accounts, and unlimited Viagra, old men have worms.

Anyway, people of VSB, I’m sure I’m forgetting a few: Can you think of any other “guys” who should make the list? Also, is there anyone on the list who doesn’t deserve to be there? The carpet is yours.

—The Champ

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