I don't usually compound the misfortune of the terribly ugly by discussing it. For instance, I have a Facebook "friend" who regularly posts close-ups of the world's ugliest kid, but I don't blog about that here. I just shudder and scroll down.
Articulate Joe and I were watching the Manchester Derby a few weeks ago, and I said to him, "Man, Phil Jones is pretty ugly." But I wasn't going to blog about it or anything.
Until I saw this picture of him from the match. There's just no way to not blog about that. And if Phil Jones's feelings are hurt, he can pay someone to make him feel better.
I am much nobler than my wife, who has been plotting for weeks to take the picture of an especially-ugly baby to send to her friends for comment. My "friend"'s ugly baby is safe from such treachery.