It's hard to tell which country has the least attractive women, Britain or Italy.
I think the two places may not be comparable. They seem to produce equal and opposite types.
The other day I went to the spiaggia and had my first swim of the season, and there certainly was an impressive assortment of skinny, rotisserie-chicken coloured flesh on display, and it reminded me that I've been meaning to do a cautionary photo series on Italian womanhood.
But it is of course, not just being overbaked and dressed like a four-dollar streetwalker that is unappealing.
Even though they travel much more these days than in the past, the Channel is still creating enough isolation to allow British women to specialise. There is certainly something uniquely awful about the grotesque amorality of British women.