To like Contra, or to be like Contra? That is the question. To get us an answer, I believe it is pertinent that we first have a mutual understanding of beauty. To that end, I propose that we utilize Kauneuden kaava! Courtesy of Juhani Risku, 2011.
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This austere but not impervious arithmetic allows us to determine just how beautiful Natalie is as a human being. The function of beauty is assumed to perfection, an innate property of the universe that intuitively known to us all - like the sanctity of geometry! First, we shall assess Natalie as a
unique creature based in the context of her rise to prominence. We cannot examine each fragment in their entirety, nor can we afford to scrutinize any such fragment's minute details, but the Contrapoints phenomenon; Natalie's act of
becoming this... piece of Art! Is based on an extraordinary adoption RedLetterMedia's Harry Ass Plinkett's persona, meshed with psychosomatic idiosyncrasies that are all accentuated by the colorful characters and colors worn by Nat in the course of her videos. The result is an eccentric yet piercing view into Natalie's inner universe, her struggles and anxieties. Such is the power of her evoked imagery, that any critic is bound to see her troubles within the self. And what is the self, and Natalie's relation to your sense of self, that determines the beauty of Natalie Wynn? For that Contra character is an imaginary construct, an irrational article sparked to life by the miracle of the human touch. Made to amuse and bemuse an audience both typical and atypical all alike! Indeed, considering that. Natalie is beautiful, and ought have been liked, be liked and liked forevermore. For we and her have much in common, and are all beautiful in our own way.
Yet there is another element that adds (or, one could argue, subtracts) to our understanding of beauty. And that is the distortion of it. The disharmony and dissymmetry. mercilessly dissected by Natalie's chiefest of detractors,
@Nykysnottrans. For who else but he strips the Art out of the act, and bares to us the incomplete and broken soul that Natalie is inside? Who is he but the child whom screamed that the emperor had no clothes? He is, in fact, a great part of this matrix. For beauty encompasses both the marvelous and the awful alike, as does the cosmos, which contains them both. And in my opinion, loath I am to detract from her detractors, Natalie's very flaws are what makes here all the more beautiful. Wholesomely non-wholesome, like the pie number. And with this, I ask you, dear lurkers, what is there to be not liked about Natalie Wynn?!
Now pardon me, as I recuse myself to partake in my favorite pastime...