aldo-vallon - July 17, 2018
Wait a minute. Do you mean to tell me there is Stallone blood flowing through her veins? Genetics really are a son of a bitch. Of course she gets to end up looking like a Barbie Doll instead of a well tenderized side of beef, whereas I get to inherit all of the worthless genes from my family.
What happened to male pattern baldness, height, and muscle mass skipping a generation? That is supposed to be a thing, right? Well, my family portrait shows that it is just one more lie that is still being told from the old wives tale catalogue.
One would think that at some point the parent’s better looking genes would be dominant, and over time they would make for a better looking child. But then I get a look at the general population and realize that I could not be more wrong. Fortunately this fine specimen falls within the category of an outlier and is worthy of gracing the pages of our website. It will take a number of generations as well as a huge amount of good fortune before anyone from my bloodline could hope to make it here.
Photo Credit: Backgrid USA