My thoughts on some of the positives of those who are gorgeous
As I sit in my classroom, pondering whatever it is that I forgot I was pondering before, I came to the startling conclusion of how truly blessed some women are. You may be rolling your eyes and wondering why have I not thought of this before, but I assure you, this has come to me many times, just never as solidified as it did today. Some contributing factors: many intelligent, beautiful, and rich girls/young women in almost all of my classes today, "The Folk of the Fringe" by Orson Scott Card (one of the best sci-fi/humanist authors ever), and some recent ideas that were cultured by others here. First off, these women are gorgeous, most have great personalities (not all are in my specific taste, but, just as I dislike musicals, I can somewhat appreciate the talent that comes fromt them), are intelligent and thoughtful, some fiercely independent of their ideas (which definitely is an attractive attribute), some are wealthy (can be good or bad), but worst of all, or maybe best, they know they possess these traits, and they KNOW that they hold a very large amount of power over men. Each of their words are calculated, their way of walking is a forethought, each glance and facial expression precisely maneuvered to cause a desired effect. Some days I feel like a dog in a modern Pavlonian experiement, sans bell. Some women walk into a room, and their very presence causes a commotion, their pheromones creating eyes in the backs of men's heads. They demand attention, and they know that they can get it. I walk into a room and the only disturbance I cause is the air, my footsteps a phantom's shadows.
This subject has probably been beat to death, but it feels good to formulate it for myself, organized in my own chaos.
Ahh well, this stuff keeps life interesting 
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QED,
Jay