Hybrid Vigor Redux, Bugs, & Hapa Pics
Just when I thought I’d seen it all …
Digitally blended composite faces? Typical features of each race? Eurasians appear healthier?
Yeah, that’s great. Don’t give us a place to call home and make us pick Mom or Dad on ethnicity questionairres for a couple decades, then come out and tell us we’re all supposed to be beautiful and healthy. If you’re not, then I guess you’re out.
Now don’t get me wrong, I find a lot of Hapas drop-dead gorgeous. A lot. But then again, I find pictures of Jennifer Love Hewitt gorgeous (probably because she’s not talking or singing, so I can imagine she’s amazingly smart, with a cutting, informed, yet subtly smoldering innocence she can turn on and off at will … but I digress). In short, attraction is obviously more than a picture. How many times do you find someone hot until they open their mouth?
So first off, this study reduces us to reacting to static images as a litmus for attraction. Problem #1.
Then, they theorize Hapas are hot because we’re supposedly healthier looking. Problem #2. Because attraction standards continually change based on media and culture. You think supermodels look healthy? Kate Moss is about to keel over, and that’s before the cocaine. A couple years ago, I dated a girl who did swimsuit modeling and she just kept fainting all the time. Like while walking. That got old quick. How big would a 50’s Marilyn Monroe be now … a size 10? A 12? Seems healthy to me, but she’d be a plus size model at best today. I wish I could say I’m above the pop cultures influence, but I’m just as influenced as anyone else. I mean I still think Calista Flockheart is beautiful, and you can’t tell me she looks healthy.
So yeah. You want some good looking Hapas? They’re there. You want some butt-ass ugly Hapas? They’re there. You want some healthy and unhealthy ones? There too. Just don’t start dropping your hybrid vigor expectations on me. Or at least use some real science. Sometimes I get sick, you know?
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I’ve got bugs. Ever heard of powderpost beetles? Be happy if you didn’t. These little pieces of sh*t started coming out of my custom ash railings a few weeks ago and haven’t stopped. They’re basically unkillable (unless you squash them … highly recommended for short-term high btw). This company came in and heated up my stairs and landing to 180 degrees and they still lived. Then they came back and shocked 90,000 volts into the wood. Nothing. Then boric acid into their holes. These little f*cks just laugh. At least I imagine they do. Holed up in their dens drinking Bug Beer and watching Family Guy and yucking it up with their little mandibles clacking, all six legs propped up on various retro-style imitation 70’s shag footstools like some tiny Jabba the Hut.
So here’s my life. Now I sit on the floor next to these little burrow holes, holding a flashlight and a pair of tweezers waiting for these little suckers to stick their little antennae out so I can grab ‘em and squash ‘em. Unfortunately, they’re pretty fast at the atennae-retracting business so I’m basically like 0 for 50. But giving up? Are you kidding? Who do you think you’re talking to? I put the O in OCD. BTY, not a recommended activity for short term high.
Ah, life is glamorous.
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So how about those Hapas submitting pics? Pretty damn cool if you ask me.
If you’ve submitted a photo that’s not you (i.e. animation, etc.), we can’t post it. So please repost.
Now, the question: Why do we love looking at other Hapas?
Is it because we haven’t been able to feel part of a group in a country that still thinks monoracially? Is it really about finding others like us? About trying to find a tribe? Is it just curiousity? Scamming? All of the above? Or could it be, possibly, something more?
masa said,
May 6, 2006 @ 11:58 am
I was astounded by that cuisinart-blend study and any generalization like that is a load of crap. But more interesting to me was why we love looking at other Hapas? I agree that for quite sometime “I didn’t fit in.” Perhaps with my 2 Hapa cousins, but, heck , certainly not at school or any jobs. Well, except when visiting the family in Honoulu, but I attributed my comfort to them, but it was probably the greater sense of “my” community. It’s probably all related to some innate social need to be a part of a larger group. Heck, life’s better if you’re not isolated. Talking with another Hapa allows me to talk story with someone who (more likely) understands where I’m coming from. Oh yeah, plus we’re easy on the eye…. Out.