There's been a bit of a hoo-haw over an Australian mayor advertising the fact that he'd really like it if ugly women (affectionately known as "ugos") would come to his small mining town, Mount Isa. I don't understand what the big deal is. I get it so little, that I'm going to ask you. Here, reprinted, is the original advertisement:

OY! I know you! You're a sheila who's what they like to call "unfortunate" looking! Don't matter none how many turps he cracks, you still look like you got hit by the nasty end of a waffle iron. But let me ask you a question. Would you like it if you could get your hands on this?

I think we both know the answer.

Here in Mount Isa, we're sensitive to the needs of sheilas world over. We know that whether you're buck-toothed and nasty or fat as a house, you still need a good shag from a sturdy miner.

(Is this you?)

We're proud to say that our low quantity of women (1 for every 5) has lowered our standards by astronomical levels, equaling at least four beers in 15 minutes. We've had it checked by scientists. They wore real white coats. It was very scientific. So, come on then, y' beautiful ugos! We don't care if you've got a big bum, buck teeth, or even pock marks and pimples. And please hurry. We're about a week away from all becoming poofs.