Happy National Doppelgänger Week (and yes that is a real thing). In honor of the "holiday" I present to you this short sketch. We've all been tempted by those apps that match your picture to a celebrity. Do we try it out and take a chance at being matched with someone disappointed? Enjoy!
In a decade of researching and writing about faces and lookism, I have learned that lookism (like sexism, racism, transphobia, and ableism), and our role in perpetuating it, is largely taken for granted. We accept it, sometimes benefit from it, but rarely name it or seek to eradicate it.
Not all puppies have irresistible, newborn-like features.
Not only did I not have an ugly Christmas sweater for my first ugly Christmas sweater party, I didn't have a nice Christmas sweater, or even a red or green sweater, to fake it. But this glitch in the plan was not going to stop this crafty Jew from enjoying her first Christmas party. To the craft room!
Ugly and Apache walk the on-ramp up to me with their pit bull Molly the Dog on the end of a rope, Molly by far the cleanest.
I live in a world where I didn't hear someone romantically call me desirable until I was 26. I live in a world where either body privilege or racial privilege is always against me. So I point my camera at my face and I click. I am what some would call ugly, but I don't see it.
Apart from his own chapter in the lusciously told omnibus film Bombay Talkies, Kashyap's latest feature Ugly was featured in the Directors' Fortnight program at Cannes this year.
When my mom saw me in an old pencil skirt she said, "I don't think you're a pencil anymore, honey. You're more of a pen, or a marker."