Would you rather
be the ugliest person
in the world
and have a superpower
or be the
most beautiful person ever
and have no arms?
Last Friday I mentioned my friend, Eva, but the topic didn’t allow me to include the fact that she has a young daughter who is something of a “Would You Rather” prodigy. A few days ago, Eva tweeted the above poser straight from her daughter’s mouth. I asked them if I could steal it and permission was granted.
I’m hoping to steal more from her in the future, because less work is less work and mentoring the future and stuff like that.
Anyway, with the amazing work they’re doing in prosthetics, I’m shallow enough to admit I’d take the second option.
I’m already an odd duck, so bring on the superpowers!
Ugly with a superpower, definitely. Eye of the beholder, etc.
I’d rather be goddamn ugly with a superpower. Why?
Because having a superpower would be fun, and if I ever got upset enough about wanting to pretty my puss I could use my superpower to steal lots of money for the best plastic surgery it could buy.
Be damn good-looking but armless? No, thank you. If I was ever unable to wipe my own arse, I’d rather be dead.