I spent a good amount of time in India back in the day. Met up with a family friend who was over there, a girl I grew up with. Incredibly smart, one of the smartest women I have ever known. She was captain of the chess team when we were growing up, and grew up to be a competent lesbian lawyer. Regardless, she looks exactly what you would expect a competent chess-playing lesbian lawyer would look like. Skinny, scraggly skinny, with a pinched asymmetrical face that looks like she got smacked with a shovel during her developmental years, and extremely thick, almost opaque, coke-bottle glasses. But she had blonde hair. Not even good blonde hair. Thin, frizzy, blonde hair. Growing up with her, I had never heard a single person compliment her physical appearance. But when we would walk through the shit-covered streets and markets, it was absolutely insane, she would turn head after head of all the Indian men. The vile lust they looked at her with... As far as I can tell, it was just the color of her hair. But it was very confusing. I have a lot of love for this woman, but she is a very physically ugly human. But the Indian men just didn't care.