Colleen McCullough was a best-selling novelist, and more.
Before becoming a full-time author, McCullough was a researcher at Yale medical school. And in between her time in New Haven and her global literary pursuits, she established the neurophysiology department at Syndey’s Royal North Shore hospital. She published her first novel, Tim, in 1974; her last, Bittersweet, in 2013. She was still working on a sequel when she died yesterday, at age 77, in a hospital on Norfolk Island.
But who cares about all that, amirite? Was she hot?? Was she gorgeous, was she thin, did she wear clothes well, did she decorate the place? Or did she fall down on all that?
The second sentence of her obit in a rag called the Australian comes clean on her aesthetic failure:
Plain of feature, and certainly overweight, she was, nevertheless a woman of wit and warmth.
Well now how can that be? If you’re a woman who is plain of feature and certainly overweight, then obviously you’re also witless and cold. That’s god’s plan – you have beautiful women who are also warm and clever, and you have ugly women who are hostile and boring. It’s more fair that way.
Men, of course, are allowed to look like unmade beds. That’s god’s plan too.
Think Progress is scathing, although not really scathing enough.
This is the sort of idiocy you’d think someone at the paper might catch. An editor, perhaps. Someone on the copy desk. Literally any human who saw it. But nope, here it is, and we can’t even blame the punishing publish-first-think-later evils of the internet, for as you can see from the highlighted image above, this appeared in a Traditional Legacy Print Newspaper Made From Only The Finest Trees.
I love Craig Ferguson’s.
Although a shouty malodorous vulgarian he nevertheless enjoyed most episodes of house hunters international.
But there are a lot of good ones. All by the beautiful of course; the other kind can’t do funny.