Dostoyevsky vs. Schiffer: Proof that Attractive Women get all the Breaks.

This essay is really about attractive, hyper-spoiled women and why they suck. But to set-up this point... let's look at someone else:

Fyodor

"If God does not exist, then everything is permitted."

Fyodor Mikhailovich Dostoyevsky (1821-1881). Today he is remembered as one of the greatest writers who ever lived. If you look at his picture, the first thing that you'll realize is that he's not an attractive woman.

He's the existentialist author of such works as Crime and Punishment, The Brothers Karamazov, and (my personal favorite) the short, humorous story The Crocodile. (I suggest you read it when you have a little spare time! The characters are totally inane and vacuous. The name of the contemporary Russian humor magazine Krokodil was inspired by it.)

My favorite sarcasm from The Crocodile:

"So this is the crocodile!" said Elena Ivanovna, with a pathetic cadence of regret. "Why, I thought it was ... some-thing different."

Most probably she thought it was made of diamonds.

Anyway, back to the life of mah homey Fyodor D...

At the age of 16, his mother dies. Afterwards, he's sent-away to St. Petersburg for school. 2 years later, his father dies, possibly murdered. In 1846, we start to see possible psychological ailments appearing such as evidence of epilepsy. He writes a few small stories, but nothing that ever got noticed by anyone. He starts writing some political articles and in 1849, he's arrested for alleged political crimes. He was sentenced to death, but was instead sentenced to exile in Siberia, including four years of hard labor. His epilepsy gets steadily worse, and a few years later he's pressed into military service in what is now a barren stretch of Kazakstan. In the meantime, he writes a few more stories.

In 1859, he moves back to European Russia and his life starts to get a little more normal, but his seizures become more frequent. He and his wife move to western Europe for a little while, but eventually move back to St. Petersburg. His articles get published in a few conservative newspapers, and in 1874 he gets arrested again for violation of censorship laws. He dies at the age of 59- and he dies painfully.

It's not until years after he died that people really start picking-up his books and realizing that he was one of the greatest writers in history. He lived a life of ignominy, hardship, persecution and illness. Few people stuck-up for him. But his books- they are full of deep, psychologically tormented characters. The characters embody madness, lust, sin, vice, harshness- in these starkly disturbing writings, he created truly tortured souls. This is the reason why his characters were so, for lack of a better word, real. Long after he died, his creativity was vindicated. Pity he didn't live to enjoy it.

As for Claudia...

"Oops! I broke a nail!"

Now, let's look at Claudia Schiffer: at the age of seventeen, she was discovered in a nightclub in Germany. Ever since then... well, you know. The most hardship she's ever experienced is water retention and the stress of a busy schedule, perhaps. What has she contributed to society? Her looks. Her boobs, her face, her ass. Oh, and she partially owned an overpriced, gimmicky restaurant at one point. Did I mention that I hate models? Nothing personal, Claudia. I'm not attacking your character, I just think your life is just a wee-bit more comfy than that of- well, everybody.

There is not a single male equivalent to the female supermodels and no male model can ever earn so much. Ooooh women are sooooo disadvantaged!

So what's the point of this? I think this nicely illustrates two polar extremes of how good or bad life can be. At one end of the spectrum are the gorgeous people... Specifically, the beautiful women who are pampered and privileged. This goes beyond ultra-rich models... this fact reaches-down into the lives of every pretty woman in the modern world. Every day, attractive women consistently get better customer service. They get drinks bought for them at bars. Bouncers let them into clubs without a second thought while the rest of us poor riff-raff have to wait in line. Cops forgive their minor transgressions. No one ever says 'no' to them. They can have affairs with the rich and powerful. Compared to a woman in Afghanistan, they are hyper-spoiled beyond belief. I have to opine quite candidly- this sort of favoritism makes me sick because these women start to think that they can walk-over any man in their path. They get to live at least part of their lives in the first class section, sitting on silken feather-pillows without doing any real work. And, I know for a fact that most women don't care for attractive women either, specifically because of this point.

On the other end of the spectrum are the creative, unpretty geniuses who spend every day toiling their way through a largely intolerable life. Dostoyevsky gets put through hell just so that God can amuse Himself. I mean, if you had to choose: would you rather live as Dostoyevsky or Schiffer?

What's was my point again? I forget, quite frankly. I'm too pissed-off at the universe right now.

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"There is but one thing in the world worse than a shameless woman, and that's another woman." -- Aristophones (448-380 BC), Thesmophoriazusae.

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