I was flipping through one of my notebooks the other day, and found this bit of randomness and almost couldn't even remember what it was supposed to be about. But I'll give it my best guess. Here is what I wrote in my notebook:
What is the moon, but an old, pockmarked lump of rock?
Devin suggested the following: eye candy, jaw dropping, stunning
In my opinion, cute and hott can be interchangeable - The word cute, said by the right guy in the right voice can be the highest compliment, while the word "hott" said by a different person in a different voice can be almost insulting - but maybe that's just me.
So I think that I meant to write a post about beauty. It's sad that I've forgotten the rest of it. I think that my list of words there was supposed to represent the hierarchy of terms we use to label women as attractive, attractive being somewhat of a place holder like in the metric system to represent a base unit because you don't really very often tell someone that he/she is attractive, "Bob, you are attractive." But you can say that about someone, "Sue, don't you think Bob is attractive?"
I think I would have written something about how my whole life I thought the highest I could aspire to be was "pretty", and there were days when I thought I had made it. But there were many more days when I thought that I was on an entirely different scale of measurement altogether, one that didn't have "attractive" as the unit of measurement. I wish I could tell you that I don't ever think about how I look anymore, but I would be lying and you would know that I was lying. But I do not really worry so much anymore about my actual placement on the hierarchy.
I would have written something about how I have decided that I am entitled to my own opinion, and that in my opinion I am a unit of attractiveness, and that's good enough for me. Other people are certainly entitled to their own opinions, about themselves and about me.
I really wish I had remembered my thought s when they were fresh though.