Funny really; the mother of my children always insisted she was a 'jolie laide'; with the raison d'etre being: "Well. if you fancy me, you must surely be strange, because I've got hairy legs etc..."
In fact, it took some time to convince her I wasn't gay - merely dotty about her.
But, heck, she sure is beautiful - particularly when she's really cross with me. Which is when there's a 'y' in the day, but never mind...