Yup, I said it. To all you pretty girls out there that read this blog, count yourself out; if your smart enough to understand the words, you're brain is working which "pretty" much means you're beautiful regardless of how your face looks. You are especially stunning if you know the difference between your and you're and spotted my mistake upon first glance.
So I said it...Pretty girls finish last. My brain told me so. I know a few women who are visually gorgeous but seem to have nothing going on upstairs. The inability to think for themselves, research their opinions and decisions and have a decent conversation in a social setting of mixed company pretty much cements my opinion on this. Also, my male friends clued me in. When a man spends time with an attractive woman but cannot actually tolerate her stupidity, I feel somewhat vindicated.
You can have all of the plastic surgery you want, work out like a fiend and bleach your roots every three weeks but if you cannot read a book and you count a Kardashian as one of your role models, you have pretty much alienated twenty-five percent of the North American population. The percentage that actually matters. Don't get me wrong, intelligent people appreciate beauty but they are only going to appreciate beauty combined with idiocy when you are face down in a pillow. Or face up on your back with the lights on and a gag in your mouth.
Oh my god, I'm such a bitch. Guess what? I'm not even apologising for it. When I was actively seeking to attract a mate, it was tiring to come in second to the ditz with normal hair and a button nose. I would quietly wait for the male to realise what an imbecile he chose, dump her sorry ass and come to the dark side or in my case, the red side. By that time I had moved on to someone better who actually appreciated my brain. A lot of time has passed and I am happy with my smart dude but I still see this happening to many females I am acquainted with. Wake up guys! Brains generally outlast beauty, especially if the beauty is as artificial as Nat Tate.
I cannot wait to see some of the twinkies I went to school with in another ten, twenty, thirty years. Those catty c**ts that called me fat (I was a size 3), titless (true) and weird (I prefer quirky). The ones that made fun of me for reading and excelling in the sciences. Ladies, I hope your fake boobs have deflated and your perky nose is swollen from all of the cocaine you did to forget how many drunk nights you spent getting pounded in the back of your parents' mini-van. I digress...
Women, we need to stop counting on our looks to get by because, as previously mentioned, that shit fades away. Men will never take us seriously if we continue on this anorexic, barbie trend; especially in the workplace. I don't know if we spend more time bitching about inequality or thunder thighs. If you want to get ahead and succeed spend more time exercising your brain and a little less exercising your abs. I'm not telling you to stop going to the gym but at least read a book while you sweat last night's gin binge off on the elliptical.
We can fucking vote now! We can go to school! We are useful for more than what we have between our legs. Stop selling out and reverting to the old ways. Each of us is an individual worth more than what the mirror tells us. Start acting like it and those around you will follow suit.
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