When you take her order at Starbucks, don't give her a complimentary shot of espresso. When she smiles at you in Olive Garden, don't leave a 20 dollar tip. Don't let her cut in line at the DMV (Secretary of State), don't pay her toll on the highway and please, please don't throw your coat on the ground when it rains. But you ask me, "Why not offer appreciation for the ecstasy excited by a nameless beauty?" Fool. You are making it harder on the rest of us. Beauty seems harmless from a distance, yes, but get too close and you will find a ravenous beastie. No, beauty itself is not the terror, nor the direct cause. It is the unregulated idiocy of men that is to blame. What is a girl to think when a smile will earn her more in goods than an hour's wage? In a world where charm is more valuable than wit and garment more honored than words there is little one can do but take advantage. "The rules do not apply to me" becomes their motto.
Be afraid, you who bow before the goddess and offer trinkets for her every glance. Stand in terror for one day she may work for you. She may wonder and complain that you expect the same from her as from everyone else. Through a fierce gaze she will command the world and they will turn against you, you and your unorthodox fairness. You alone, through the piercing stare, will see hollowness and condemn yourself for your former longings. May your best friend never date her, may your boss never hire her. Girls, heaven help you should she move in with you. Flee, run to the hills bags unpacked. Live in the shaft of a volcano if you must, it will be safer. She is a queen without a country, but demands loyalty and service just the same. The world is her kingdom and her solitary gift for all its labor is light reflected off her perfect form. "More than enough" she thinks. She will hate you for mere common courtesy, equality in any respect is step down for her. You will forever clean her dishes, curb her dog, pickup after her parties and still she will hate you for the audacity of sharing her air.
Pity the pretty face. Since she owns the world any kindness is taken for granted. She cannot receive love because everything is already due her. Since she is only respected for her beauty she only respects those who are beautiful. True friendship is unknown for she has not been taught to value anything in herself worth giving away, and she has not the wisdom to discern selfless affection in others. She is unteachable for she already knows the answer to everything: a sultry smile, a tight shirt and just the right perfume. In all things she is stagnant and with every passing year she slowly ages away into everything she hates. There is no life past 40 for the pretty face except to raise more pretty faces to infest the world.
"I will resist her" you think. A noble thought. Beware, she may find you intriguing. Perhaps her soul is not so dim to find reality when it walks up and says, "you're shallow and self-centered." If you capture her attention do not despair, you are but a passing fancy, your depth will soon wear her out. But if you dare I offer this solemn warning; she is trained in nothing else, and I mean nothing else, but the art of captivation. Few can resist captivity for long for all men are weak. While generally dim-witted she is a genius of the senses for she has studied nothing else. With a simple word, gesture, touch, she will send your senses into a comatose state making you dizzy and oh so happy. Her complete lack of general utility proves her expertise here. Had she been forced down a more difficult road to satisfy her needs for food, clothing, etc., she, like every other person, would have adapted. Not the pretty face. With beauty as her solitary tool she has crafted her entire world, she needs nothing else. Nothing, that is, as long as men like you and I venerate.