Wasted Beauty

Looks are everything...

sometimes.

Let's face it: we live in a world where life is a cakewalk for attractive looking people, especially females. An attractive woman for example can cut lines, effectively hail a taxi cab, have men pay for their dinners (or if they aren't a big fan of food, maybe a drink or two instead), avoid getting pulled over and ticketed for speeding (or going too slow), get ahead in their careers by flirting with their boss, land hot boyfriends, the list continues indefinitely. Beauty can be very powerful tool and in some cases, weapon, for women to spend less money, avoid certain obligations, or to be inconvenienced in any way. But is a beautiful woman a powerful woman?

I happen to know a lot of girls who are in sororities. They are bottle blond, fake baked, blue-eyed beauties. There isn't a day that goes by where I'll be walking to class and mistake a blond off in the distance for someone that I know.  Now, I'm not an expert on sororities...I don't really know much about them but I do know that we are in the heat of 'rush' season here on campus. To my understanding, rush is when female freshmen proteges try to impress their potential sorority sisters by showcasing their looks/athleticism/popularity/intelligence/wealth, etc. All I knew about sororities before I came to college was directly derived from Legally Blonde and movies of the sort. However, the things I hear from one of the girls I know about this extensive process is sickening... and I'm sure if I were to reveal this girl's name, her 'sisters' would begin a witch-hunt because she shared her 'rush bible' with me (All the girls in the sorority had to come back to school a week earlier from Christmas break to prepare for rush. The so called 'rush bible' was a packet almost as thick as your index and middle finger. It contained the numerous chants and cheers that the girls had to memorize, a shopping list of articles of clothing to wear for each day of rush, and reminders to get your roots done and be freshly manicured/pedicured in time for this week). She also told me all about her top-secret initiation ceremony where all the new members were blind-folded and led into a white room with people in white robes where they had to take an oath on the Bible. 

OK, this is where I realize that I have gone off on a tangent about how much I disagree with the fundamentals of sororities (and frats) and decide to say what I really wanted to say in the first place...

I wanted to say that just because your beautiful, doesn't mean that everything is going to go your way. And even if it does go your way - you graduate with a 2.0, you marry rich, have a couple kids, get a boob job, drive a Range Rover, have a teacup dog to carry around in your purse, hire a nanny, go to lady's luncheons, lay out by the pool in your backyard, get a facelift, have a mural painted of every member in your family dressed in robes of mink with golden crowns on their heads (the dog too) - who are you, really? What defines you beside the former?

Sure, you are beautiful now, but what happens when you get cellulite on your ass and your tits start sagging and you can never seem to work off that baby weight? What then?

 I'm not saying being beautiful is a crime. BE beautiful. It's fun to be beautiful. But it just pangs and stings to see such beautiful girls with nothing to say, nothing to have an opinion about, nothing to do. They might as well take their god-given comeliness, pour it into little red cups, assemble it into a triangle at the end of a table and shoot some pong. When the douche-bag frat boys at the opposing end of the table have seemed to have robbed you of your initial allure, call it a night, take a cab home, and read a book...or liiiiiiike, you know, whatevvvvver.