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The Evolved Dog

We haven’t changed even after several millennia from when we first started calling ourselves civilized. We’re still roughly the same old primates that are only slightly evolved than the domesticated dog. We’re still the same physical, visual creatures that depend on how something or someone looks like, no matter how much we insist that we don’t. It’s probably some gene we haven’t been able to evolve out of just yet.

Why do people still put such a high premium on the physical beauty? I thought we’re already past that stage in human history. Every bit of thing that surrounds me now, proves otherwise.
Let’s start with the type of people that litter the streets. All of them would either come from just two categories: the physically beautiful, and those trying hard to be physically beautiful. We have those who are born with charismatic features, clear skin, pretty faces, magazine-inspired physique (should it be the other way around). On the other hand, we have the opposites or the ‘almost but not quite’ who in turn make up through designer clothes, thick but supposed to be natural-looking makeup, expensive accessories and even shiny new cars. If one has both the luck of inheriting the traits of their supermodel ancestors and the extravagant wealth of their parents – then all the more welcomed they are in this world and the people around them. If one was unfortunate enough to lack both – then they’d have to toil their way to acceptance.

Beauty and physical attractiveness is a requirement now, one that is becoming increasingly demanding and expensive yet bearing more weight than the other aspects of humanity.
One would always argue that it’s just natural to want to look attractive. Some would even say that their efforts are more for their health and maximizing their life. That’s just a white lie, trying to cover the real reason: we are all vain no matter how much we deny it. We’re all just children of vanity, the same smugness that has existed a few thousands of years ago. It’s still here.
So, who wants to be called ugly or surround himself with ugly things and the not-so-good looking? (Well, unless you intend to use them to highlight yourself).  No one does, of course. I don’t.
But that is just the thing, since the question is indicative of how biased we see things. We still have a very strong sense of what is beautiful and what is not. This judgment is mainly based on how things look and nothing else.

We may fill our heads with multimedia holding concepts of inner beauty and the heart being so much more than the looks, but we’re still far away from being what we claim to be: evolved beyond the physical beauty.


It’s either this is something we’ve barely achieved or this is really just something that is an integral part of humanity. 


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2010-11-29
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