She's an angles girl

When I was young, whenever my mother, my sister and I huddled in front of the TV and watched the latest soap opera, it was prime bonding time for my family. Upon the conclusion, we usually would commence the critical analyses portion by talking about the characters and their various pitiful and tragic endings and cluck at the dumb mistakes made, etc. My mother especially liked using soap opera narratives as moral lesson of the day, instructing us on the mores of living a good, proper life.

My sister and I would often discuss the looks of the female and male characters. Through our discussions, I have very wisely and knowingly came up with my own term for a certain type of individual. They are not unattractive per se. They are far more complex than that, you see. Something about their faces is not in complete harmony. The lines are sharply delineated, the features are strong and juts out. From certain angles, the face presents a not altogether pleasing symphony. Yet, catch this face at the right angle, slightly upturned, slightly lowered, full-frontal...it could be any angle and the face becomes softened, it fills with a sharp aching aesthetic power all its own -- it blossoms into a beauty.

It is all very well and good to have a beautiful face that shines and chirps from all angles, under all lighting and at any given time. Yet I believe that a face that has transformative powers, it can be ugly one minute and it can be beautiful the next, it is versatle and alive, that is the more interesting face.

Whenever I come across a person like that, I think to myself, "She's an angles girl."