Redheads and/or anyone with freckles, for starters.
At least that's what I learned when I started surfing around this exclusive little pool.
After all, the idea behind these new prettier-than-thou sites -- Beautiful People.net, Dream Matches.com, Hotenough.org, The nz -- was like some crazy experiment in "master race" dating. What sign would be tacked to the clubhouse door next? But to gleefully embrace the notion that "beauty equals worth" -- especially in a day and age when our aesthetic leans heavily toward breast enhancements, Botox injections and steroid-inspired musculature -- seemed almost dangerously shallow.
No, they weren't owned and operated by Nazis, but their promise of an "above average dating pool" where you could "breed with your own kind" seemed slightly reminiscent of past forays into eugenics. If we continued to naturally select for brutally hot beauty above everything else -- brains, humor, kindness, substance -- were we doomed to become a world full of fabulously vain morons? As I rea D some of the profiles, I wondered if we were headed there already. It was from Darwin Dating telling me that while I hadn't been rejected (yet), they didn't like the picture I sent them: "Yep, that's an ugly shot, all right. " I probably did, but I decided it was time to end my brief sojourn into the Valley of the Beautiful People. I was too old, too flawed, and I had an annoying tendency to value goofy things like personality and a love of literature over perfect abs and a passing resemblance to Lindsay Lohan.
Plus the whole exclusivity thing had a familiar fourth-grade taint. These people were hot, to be sure, and some of them were "really, really, really smart," like Morgan, who spent most of his days "dumbing down" his language so that "regular people" could understand what he was talking about (how tiresome for the lad).
Most of them, though, seemed entirely too caught up in their own bootyliciousness ("I love to take photos," wrote Ashley, "mainly of myself").
Darwin was rather bored by Robert Jameson's natural-history course, which covered geology – including the debate between Neptunism and Plutonism.
Other traits found on the Web site's "loser" list: non-symmetrical faces or bodies, bald spots, middle parts (i.e., with regard to your hair; they do want people with stomachs -- preferably taut, tan, flat ones), ski-jump noses, saggy boobs, large gaps between teeth (sorry, Letterman! I hadn't even shown these people my photo and I'd already been voted off the island. So I did what any normal red-blooded single would do: I lied. If you're ugly, we're a little pissed off that you're clogging up our servers, but you'll be voted out soon enough." Now that I'd been allowed into the inner sanctum (at least for the time being), I found their clever little barbs much more enjoyable.Yes, they were pretty, but as my mother used to say, they were also pretty full of themselves. But it probably was a good thing that sites like Darwin Dating were cropping up all over the place. Now, the so-called beautiful people could self-select until the end of time, while the rest of us chimps could slowly (some might even say thoughtfully) sift through the other sites looking for someone who was a bit more ... ), disproportionately large ears, and something truly distressing for many of us here in the Pacific Northwest, pasty skin. A few mouse clicks here and white lies there (sure, I was born in 1973), and an e-mail appeared in my in box like that eagerly awaited invite to Troy Sutton's seventh-grade dance. And that went double for the "possible matches" the Web site sent my way.Curious as to whether the site was a joke or the real vapid deal, I decided to sign up, although with Darwin Dating you can't officially join the fray until you're voted in by all the other beautiful people, a process they call (predictably enough), natural selection. Scrolling through my handsome hit list, I began to understand the allure of Darwin Dating.In Darwin's second year at the university he joined the Plinian Society, a student natural-history group featuring lively debates in which radical democratic students with materialistic views challenged orthodox religious concepts of science.He assisted Robert Edmond Grant's investigations of the anatomy and life cycle of marine invertebrates in the Firth of Forth, and on 27 March 1827 presented at the Plinian his own discovery that black spores found in oyster shells were the eggs of a skate leech.Both families were largely Unitarian, though the Wedgwoods were adopting Anglicanism.Robert Darwin, himself quietly a freethinker, had baby Charles baptised in November 1809 in the Anglican St Chad's Church, Shrewsbury, but Charles and his siblings attended the Unitarian chapel with their mother.Gone were the mullets, the porn-star mustaches, the manly poses beside pickup trucks and outboard motors and large dead fish.There were no badly doctored wedding pics here, no batches of blurry-faced men with evergreens rising out of their caps like extras dressed for the Burnham Wood scene in "Macbeth." These guys were, in a word, gorgeous -- and I hated myself just a little for succumbing to the Web site's siren song of superficiality. Obviously, physical attraction is a key element when it comes to the dating and mating game; sadly, for some, it's the only element.