Beauty vs Brains

If you are like me, you probably watch beauty pageants, then shake your head and wonder what on earth the judges are thinking. Okay, beauty does play a very big role when it comes to the pageants after all, but isn’t there more to be “the best” and “most desirable” than just looks alone?

Beautiful girls have long held the stereotype of being dumb. It seems like society has programmed us to believe females are either beautiful or brainy, but not both. In some ways, these beauty pageants reinforce these beliefs.

beauty and brainsTake Miss America, for example. Contestants are certainly graded on beauty, but other factors are also supposed to matter such as the talent portion and interview questions. The answers to some of the questions are down right embarrassing. How often do you see a beautiful contestant who is also self assured and able to confidently and intelligently deliver a rational reply to an interview question?

Granted, the women are young and nervous. However, these are supposed to be the crème de la crème that have risen through the ranks of lesser pageants. Should more focus be on brains rather than beauty? Of course it isn’t now. All you have to do is take a look at the pageant circuit for babies and toddlers to see that. Starting at a very young age, girls are awarded prizes for being the “most beautiful.”

Is there anything wrong with awarding beauty in our culture? Only the fact that it gives our young girls an unattainable goal to strive for, and one that, even if achieved, is not all that rewarding. Can being beautiful put food on the table or pay the rent? Girls today need to know they are beautiful, even if they do have a few extra pounds, and, even if they haven’t undergone plastic surgery by the age of 20.

Some things are more important than being beautiful, like being brainy. And as long as it is all kept in perspective, then I guess if you have outstanding looks, you might as well earn a reward for it!


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A Dilemma with my Curly Hair

Not quite long, a close friend scolded me for showing so much fuss about my hair, which is quite curly (I’m sure you already guessed that). This hair of mine grows in volume during summer, and when it is rainy or humid, it gets frizzy; thus, no matter the kind of gel I apply, the hair just stares at me in such a shabby manner.
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This close pal of mine has straight and lustrous hair that would not react negatively under a blow-dryer. So, it’s not easy for her to understand my hair frustration.

She irritates me terribly each time with her “it’s just hair” words. She will now add to my fury by saying that I needed a lot of therapy and improved self-esteem. Maybe, she should wear my shoes and see how it pinches – or perhaps put on a wig that has the texture of my hair just for seven days so that she can get a feel of my frustration.

It may seem like it is ‘merely hair’; I don’t deny my excessive complain about the hair, and I also understand that I have to be thankful that it is not something as grave as life-threatening ailments or even obesity. There’s no doubt that I have a great life – in essence, my hair condition is not something serious.

But I need to be frank. The hair makes me want to go crazy! Each time I feel the ends. It appears as though am touching straw. There’s no life left in it, especially now that summer is here. Most times, my hair typifies a combination of Ramen noodle and dried-out frizz – the result of excessive gel and less moisture.

Envy is aroused in me each time I watch my friend prepare for the day with ease, with no hair frustration to face. Once she applies a little amount of spritzes from the spray container and comb through lightly and touches up with blow dryer, she looks as stunning as a model and good to go.

By 8am, you will find me still looking like a wet dog. My hair would experience more dryness when I try using a blow dryer. Yet, it beats my imagination why it is not easy for me to just fluff it out. When am up in the morning? It still appears shabby, even after I style it. I wish my friend had a glimpse of my daily frustrations trying to manage my hair.

No matter the amount of conditions I apply in the morning in the course of my shower, my curls appear as though moisture is drained off it before evening. I practically go to work everyday with wet hair since it appears to work when I dry the hair naturally. It sounds so easy, but it is quite an arduous task trying to achieve manageable hair that I can go to work with.

But come to think of it, what if I have an interview or a highly official meeting? It will be a crazy thing appearing in such official settings with wet hair!


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I Can’t Deny It – I’m Obsessed about Shoes

It sounds somehow – but I am addicted to shoes. Hey, you can go ahead and cheer me up for that… okay, go ahead and murmur if that’s what I deserve for this obsession. But the truth is that my footwear collection makes me elated. Do you know what, I organize them heel-height by heel-height, and then style by style? My shoe case features ten segments – it is an adjustable piece. I have my shoes lined up according to heels, styles and types (stilettos, sandals, court shoes … just name them). Right now, I’m counting the 56th pair! Are they really much? Sounds more like an obsession right? Well… I confessed from the beginning that I’m a shoe addict.

shoesYou know how it is with parents who have a kid struggling with substance addiction – everyone in my home is looking for who to lay the blame on. I had issues with proper feet alignment when I was a kid; so, both legs had plaster walking casts. My parents are all pointing at the doctor – on my mom’s side, she said the corrective shoes that were always on my feet even when I slept did the havoc.

Here’s the major issue; the mall job I got at a shoe shop was the real genesis of my addiction to shoes. After my initial year in college, I got a summer job at a shoe store; before this time, I had about nine pairs of shoes – which was quite healthy. The store – the Wild Pair was the owner of the store – this made things more tensed for me, since I love this brand.

So, I was determined to surround myself with their shoes – once any of the displayed shoes appeal to me, the next day, it will be sitting comfortably on my shoe-case. It was always a joyous moment for me each time I took a new pair home, and remove it from its container being the first person to do it with the shoe in question. I will run my fingers over the shoes, getting the feel of a brand new shoe; and that, from a name-brand.

Six new pairs of shoes from the store found a better resting place on my shoe case, by the time I was done with the summer job at the shoe store. Guess what, I fully maximized the employee discount to add up to my shoe collection.

Summer holidays over, back in school, the pull to have more pairs could not leave me. My roommate who was also a footwear junkie did not help matters at all – she was my arch-supporter and partner in this obsession. As I speak, the picture of two of us roaming the city is replaying before me – we would set out in search of a shoe-fix all over Boston.

Well, the good part is that we were not spend-thrifts, and we always went for affordable shoes. Don’t think for a moment that we comprised quality – of course, we shopped for price and knew where the discount stores were located! In fact, our regular spots were stores such as Filene’s and Payless. Well guess what? During the next summer, I secured another job with the same shoe store – Wild Pair. Well, this time around, I over did it. Anyway, by the time I graduated, I had different colors, styles and heels you can think of – every cloth had a shoe to pair!


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