It's not that I believe that women should have to work out, and get
plucked, waxed, dyed, padded, and thonged, to be lovable...but having
done my share, it's a little unnerving to go out with a guy who doesn't
seem to notice it. I don't know if that makes me shallow or an enemy to the women's movement or whatever...But for someone who analyzes life and spirituality to the point where I can't really have any normal conversations, i.e. news, weather, sports (does LA have a basketball team?) , I think it's pretty harmless to indulge in some straightforward shallow vanity. At least that connects me to the legions of women strung out on self-maintenance (it's healthier than heroine...right?)

Just for today, it's OK to be a little superficial...