Beauty doesn't mean a thing.

Beautiful people who know they are and use it to their advantage are the most worthless, shallow people I know. They don't ever develop other skills like courtesy, humility, or gratitude. Instead they have a built-in sense of entitlement which may or may not be accompanied by an inferiority complex inside. If it's not, they are just truly soulless. If it is, they are indeed sad creatures but not without blame - anyone can better her/himself and not rely on unhealthy and unearned crutches to move through life. But these freeloaders end up lazy and needful, and never develop that discipline which most of the world is forced into, and so are neither charming nor tragic. Just ordinary, flawed, and full of themselves, destined to attract and then hurt people their whole lives and leave a trail of sparkling slime in their wake. They are the politicians, the movie stars, the singers, the popular kids, the heroin-junkie has beens, the pregnant teens, the college burnouts, the prom queen suicides. They are not blessed by their beauty and not noble enough even to be called cursed. They're the useless peacocks of human society that do nothing good for the world and expect a living from it instead, like parasites, and the tragedy if there is one is that they usually find it, and least for awhile. But they will never be happy inside.