I’ve always prided myself on dating men that were out of my league (well, looks wise at least!). Sure, people will have something to say about my lack of self confidence but whatever. Blah Blah Blah. I know I’m not a total muntress but being a somewhat chubby girl and having the skillsss to land yourself a guy with a six-pack is an achievement worth high-fiving yourself on. In any case, I’ve always been happy to let my other halves be the ‘beauty’ in the relationship and keep my head in a book. It’s a good balance. I’ve never seen it as a competition. But it turns out that for some couples fighting for the title of being the ‘hotter half’ is quite something.
My Hotter Half is a Netflix show where couples go head to head to be crowned the ‘Hotter Half’. Basically how it works is that the two parties go into this photo booth to take a ‘selfie’ (which isn’t technically a selfie but a full-length shot where they must strike a pose). Then random people on the streets of Britain are shown the pictures and asked whether they’d date them. The person with the highest percentage of street people saying that they’d date them wins. The loser or ‘Uglier Half’ then undergoes a magical makeover – clothes, hair and make-up, etc. And voila, Cinderella/fella is transformed from an ugly duckling into a swan/flamingo/vaguely acceptable human being. They then take to the streets again to get opinions on the new look and try to gauge whether a) the makeover has had the intended outcome of making the ‘Uglier Half’ more date-able and b) whether its actually had such an immense impact that they actually become the ‘Hotter Half’ in the relationship.
Let me cut to the chase. The series is absolute TRASH TV. The concept is rather simplistic. The dialogue is bit monotonous and you didn’t really get enough of an insight into the participants to be able to identify with them. All you can tell was that most of them were a bit superficial (and you’d have to be to expose your relationship on such a show). I only watched three episodes but in most cases, the stories were predictable. A princess (boob jobs and all) dating a simple Joe and just wanting him to make a bit more effort. Couples that had become so comfortable with each other that they’d stopped caring about their appearances (I speak from experience when I say that once you start living in leggings its a slippery slope). And just this new-fangled attitude of ‘less effort is more’ (it really isn’t!). The saving grace for the series is the presenter (I do not recall his name) who has some good banter and seems like a nice chap. The brutal comments from the general public (and seeing people who think they are god’s gift to humanity taken down a peg or two) is also pretty entertaining. However, I only got through a few episodes of this before I decided it was frazzling my brain cells and I needed to find something better to watch.
That said, I do think the fact that someone felt it was necessary to create such a stupid series does say something about society. I admit we are all somewhat superficial. Let’s not lie…its much cuddling up to a guy with guns rather than flabby arms and I’d rather wake up next to a someone that I did’t think was a complete troll in the mornings. But the emphasis should surely be on what you/your partner find attractive rather than the opinions of randoms off the street. For the couples of the series though it was necessary to have outside validation to a) make themselves feel better and b) legitimize their relationship. Why all the competitiveness? Does your partner only become more attractive when you realise there is potential competition around?
And then there is the issue of becoming too comfortable in a relationship and letting yourself go. Sure, its nice to be with someone who loves you without make-up and high heels on but that doesn’t mean you should live in active wear for evermore (I know, I’m a fine one to talk!). And on the flipside, while it’s nice to look good and make an effort for your other half I personally think it’s more important to do it for yourself. In the aftermath of a breakup, I had a friend tell me that the silver lining was that now I could save on intimate hair removal. Like ewww no! The fact is you have to look at yourself and be stuck with your substandard body all day everyday, so you should at least keep it in a state that doesn’t make you want to vom in your mouth!
And finally, from the three episodes that I managed to watch it was also evident from the public comments that smoking hot looks aren’t always a good thing. Turns out they can be somewhat intimidating – often if you are too good looking/well-dressed people are just scared to talk to you and make certain assumptions about you based on appearance. So it turns out, even the prettiest people and most fashionable in the world may not have all that many options when it comes to the dating pool.
Have you watched My Hotter Half, rinsers? Do you have anything positive to say? In your romantic relationships is it important for you to be the ‘beauty’? Is it important to receive validation from outsiders about whether or not a person you are dating is ‘hot’? Do you think shows like this are wake up call to people that have become complacent about their appearance thanks to being secure in a stable relationships? And finally can being too good looking ever be seen as a curse?