Pretty Women

What is it about pretty women that makes men's blood boil?
It's funny how much girls tend to "fix" themselves up for the attention of men.

I just came from a little meeting with some of the dudes I work with. It's funny how they're so enamored by a pretty face, a name, a few pics showing some skin, a hot face with a sullen look about her.

This is funny coming from a former make-up artist/stylist. It is just now that I see how much a pretty face can launch a thousand ships and break a man's heart. Though I can't imagine what it's like to launch a thousand ships, I think I can make a pretty launch a million ships with what I do.

I also remember walking past a colleague the other day. Oh, I can absolutely picture her in a cover shoot. She looks so hot in her preppy dresses and she stands tall and proud. She knows she is beautiful and she is darn proud of it. I made the effort to say "Hello" and got shot down with a frown.

Don't get me wrong. I'm sure something's up. Maybe she's not that mean. Maybe the systems went down again earlier and she had some trouble fixing it. Maybe she had a problem with a client. Maybe she had a fight with a boyfriend. Maybe her panties are up in a bunch...Maybe she is nice and I fail to notice it just because I can't see past the dress and the heels and the frown.

I tried again earlier today, and got a weird awkward-looking smile.

OK, so I kinda figured, if she'll be mean to me, I shouldn't care at all.

I remember having pretty girls as friends in high school and being treated like a second-class citizen whenever I audition for plays and casting calls. I was the sidekick and they had to outshine me.

I remember somehow that I have always been the "smart, funny, chubby kid" in high school. I got along with the boys because I can play some sports and not complain that my hair would be messed up by the time volleyball practice is over. I was the org pres because I wasn't scared of pulling my weight quite literally and figuratively) around campus. I was the girl who wrote straight-to-the-point sports articles and got to hang out with the cutest boys in campus just because it was my job and I remember all the pretty girls hating me for it.

I even remember someone slipping me a note saying "Akin si JXXXX" (Translation: JXXXX is mine) in my locker. Now that I think about it, that was incredibly petty and unnecessary because friggin' JXXXX is hers! I hope they're still together.

So, do I like pretty girls? Do I like pretty women?

Probably not. I'll never be one and never was one.

Thank God!