"Smart is the new sexy"

I read that "smart is the new sexy" in O Magazine, and I really want to believe it. Of course, I also want to believe that Martin Sheen really is our President.

I never was pretty. Now that my life is half over, I think it's safe to assume I never will be. I'm not ugly, mind you. I don't (often) frighten children. I look much younger than my years. My eyes are a nice green and my nose is kinda cute. My dermatologist has helped me get my skin under control and I'm slowly but surely rediscovering my waist. I'm just nothing special. I'm simply not one of those women that men notice across the room.

I have always been smart, though. Clever. I catch onto things quickly. I think fast on my feet. I understand politics (national as well as interoffice). I am conversant on a variety of topics. I am very good at my job.

I'd trade smart for sexy in a heartbeat.

The women I grew up admiring combined both. JBKO. Gloria Steinem. Jane Fonda.

Now that I'm grown, now that I no longer have girlish illusions about what the coin of the realm really is, I just wish I was Jessica Simpson. Then I become contemptuous of myself because I'm so shallow. It's a nice little emotional treadmill I'm on here, and as with all treadmills, it gets me nowhere.