we've come a long way ladies...don't fuck it up now

Alright, rant time...or just me babbling-your choice. I'm writing about women. I feel that I am a qualified expert on this subject 'cause I am one. But first, a couple questions. What makes a woman someone you want to be around? Killer boobs, nice ass, blinding smile or is it something simple like a winning personality? My vote is for the winning personality mainly because I can't really say much about my rack or butt, plus I'd rather be acknowledged for something that can't be surgically altered. A sense of independence is also something I strive for. Don't get me wrong, I appreciate and enjoy the man in my life doing manly things for me but if he wasn't around I could easily keep the insect population quite low in the apartment and would enjoy the delicious jam contained under that lid sealed with cement. So now I pose my second question, why do most people hunger to be associated with these moronic, bimbo types? I guess I may have half answered my own question because it seems to always come back to the basics, tits and ass. Public opinion labels women like Paris Hilton a total skank/slut but just as quick they would slit my throat if I was the only thing standing between them and her. I'd be willing to bet, the million dollars I don't have, that if I was to ask them why they are so drawn to her, they wouldn't be able to come up with a decent answer to said question. It's almost as if it's burned into a person's instincts...go towards the pretty things. Like moths to a big, vapid flame. Also when it comes to these girls...who's the one defining pretty? I can think of quite a few things prettier than most girls who are praised for it. Personal opinion aside, the majority rules in our society, sadly. People are sheep and don't even notice when they are being spoon fed crap. It is the only reason I can come up with to explain the state of our society today and what influences style, fashion trends and so on. I am wondering about this because I work in a business where I am bombarded with these very things, on a daily basis. It's exhausting to wonder why people get what they get and go the places they go, on minimal effort when far more capable, hard working and interesting individuals are looked over. Sex sells and no one really questions it. If anything, they first defend and continue to justify it. Once the stripper gold sparkle eye shadow is gone and that cute, ditzy shoulder shrug you do becomes annoying...what are you left with? Nothing of interest if you ask me. Women and their rights haven't broken much new ground in my lifetime, if anything we're reverting. I didn't have to fight for my right to vote and my body is mine. In the state of the world today, I realize I am extremely lucky and don't mean to sound like I'm complaining. If anything my fight is now against women being recognized as nothing more than a nice rack and hot ass. Or even worse, not being recognized if they don't live up to these whacked out standards. I have a feeling acting stupid is a full time job for most of them and there are a couple who are just blessed with natural talent. If I was to have a daughter, I hope I can teach her that she's more than her makeup or bra size and that the people who are worth her time won't be concerned with only the outside packaging. I know it's an archaic argument, at best to say that but with celebrities becoming the norm as role models I feel for parents today. I can't imagine coming home to find my ten year old daughter mimicking Jessica Simpson's classy dance routine from that atrocious cover 'These boots are made for Walking'. In fact I think my heart would break and I would seriously wonder where I went wrong. My dad might argue with me but I bet he doesn't even realize how easy he had it with me as a teenager. One day when I was seventeen my mom offered up a good point when my dad complained about the ten sizes too big pants I had bought at Frenchy's...she told him that it could be worse and that he should be thankful that my friends and I weren't parading around half naked. I think the girls growing up today are in desperate need of someone positive to look up to...to learn from and I can only hope that I won't pass the buck to the tart of the week that is splashed on every magazine cover promoting her latest sex tape...er, I mean serious dramatic blockbuster movie.