Tonight at work this incredibly stunning, gorgeous blonde girl in a white trenchcoat, knee length black skirt, and pointy-toed black pumps walked in, and when I said hello to her she smiled this gorgeous white smile and said, "Hi!" in this high, breathy, Barbie Doll voice. And I just thought, I Hate You.
Then I asked my coworker if she'd seen her, and she said, "YEAH, I hate her!"
What is it about girls that we have that kind of gut level reaction to beauty?