Saturday, January 26, 2013
"Don't Hate Me Because I'm Beautiful"
I was not, am not, nor will I ever be a South American beauty queen. My husband married me anyway. But a nagging question remains in the back of my head: Did he chose to marry me or was it because the South American beauty queen wouldn't give him the time of day? Would I ever be willing to risk it to find out the answer? I'd prefer to believe he made the right choice rather than court any temptation.
George tells me he picked me above all others anyway. Of course, he's smart enough to know what to say. And he probably believes he did have a shot with the South American beauty queen.
Gabriella Gabriella* is the one who has sparked the rant above. The one on Facebook, who's so beautiful you're compelled to say her name twice. When you click on her profile, you notice the name that's double the fun first. Next, you contemplate another set of twins -- two round, buoyant FAKE boobs. There she is in the cover photo taunting me…all twenty-something, tanned and bootylicious in her bikini like a Sports Illustrated model on some exotic beach somewhere with a trucker hat on instead of the requisite crown.
Gabriella Gabriella. She's the one Frank Evans* recommended to my husband as a BABYSITTER!
Did your jaw just drop like mine? Was your next thought "Yeah, that's not happening"? Funny! So was mine!
Why in the world would I hire her? Would IBM hire someone if they presented themselves at the interview in their underwear? How about an applicant without a last name? I picture a giant, red, corporate rubber stamp on the front of that resume that reads "NO".
No, she's not babysitting my daughter. Her look screams that babysitting is a back-up plan on the road to larger pursuits.
Yet, my rush to judgment is not lost on me. Really, I'm not worried about my husband and Gabriella Gabriella. He and I love each other til death do us part. My judgment is because of her appearance, plain and simple. Didn't I just write a post about wanting women to support one another more? My post was meant to include women who've had boob jobs.
I'm a hypocrite, guilty of reverse discrimination. Possibly, I'm passing on the best babysitter ever, because I'm not willing to give her a chance.
Luckily, I won't have to engage any deeper with my hypocrisy. Gabriella Gabriella is looking for a full-time nanny position. Not something we need at Chez Demas. If we were looking for a nanny, though, I'd prefer to click on a picture more akin to Nanny McPhee than Giselle Bunchen though.
In my superficial defense, I will leave you with this image to ponder:
*Names changed to protect the innocent
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