An
Irreverent Look
By
Sonja Katz
I heard on the
news tonight that there's a new, exclusive dating site where you
are required to "be good-looking, or be rejected." Frankly, as
a writer, I get enough rejection. But, my curiosity got the best
of me and I decided to check it out anyway.
The rules of
engagement on this site are as follows: You have to have been
voted at least a 7 (on a scale of 1 to 10) to get full access to
the database. Or, you can just be talented and have an annual
income over $200,000. Also, as they're seeking intelligent
members, they warn that if they find out you have an IQ below
100, you will be kicked out. Don't like their terms? Just write
to member "bite me."
Okay, so it's
not the most welcoming of approaches, but then, that's the idea.
Thank Goodness,
SexyAds let me join, warts and all. No doubt, they have
recognized some value somewhere, even if it's just within my
cheezy columns.
The goal, this
new site says, is to create a vast database of the world's most
good looking, rich and superficial people. The news piece
featured one of their members, a beautiful woman, saying she
felt sorry for the ugly people, but cooed, "Who am I to decide
who is pretty or ugly?" Then, she walked off into the
palm-silhouetted sunset with her new hunk.
The station
anchors presenting the story, said that the exclusivity of the
site had been likened to those that only allow certain racial or
religious members, and that this site's rules make it no
different.
Maybe so. I
guess it's no crime for pretty people to want to date someone up
to their own standards, instead of wasting time responding to
people they'd never be interested in. But, if you think about
it, there may be whole segments that they may be sorry they're
missing.
So I have some
advice for anyone starting a new dating site.
Lower those
standards. Start sites for people with hair in inappropriate
places. Maybe symbiotic matches, like tissue magnates and people
with allergies. Maybe, just maybe that Ken doll is in the
mood for a sluttier, Bratt doll type, rather than Astronaut
Barbie. This birds-of-a-feather thing is probably the real
reason behind many separations, let alone their recently
announced parting.
I say, let's
have a site where we can find just a stupid, well-endowed schmoe
with enough money to pay for his or her own Internet connection
and dating site membership. We can always provide the paper bag
ourselves, either in person or by altering or enhancing their
digitalized likeness to our own specifications with Photoshop,
if we only intend on having hot chat, anyway.
That other site
says they cater to Ivy league grads, doctors, professors,
millionaires, photographers, various professionals, models,
actors, soldiers, firemen as well as published writers.
Given the last
of this list, it's evident that no matter what they advertise,
their standards aren't so hoity-toity after all. Be that as it
may, I think I'll stay where I'm least likely to be rejected.
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