Beauty or brains.

I was browsing through the papers today and came across witty Edwin Yeo's article " There's a reason it's called a 'beauty' contest" on 17th April 06 TNP. Entire article as per below :

IF you have followed this column faithfully over the years (yes, the two of you in the back there), you know that this is my favourite time of the year.
Yes, it's Miss Singapore Universe time again.
So you sit there thinking to yourself, exactly how many times can he tell the same jokes about Miss Singapore Universe?
Yes, truthfully, there are only so many times you can talk about lorry accidents, and it's been quite a few years.
Luckily, this year, the emphasis has been on brains over beauty, because 'who says we're bimbos' is such a new tagline.
The big deal, as it turned out, was that none of the supposed brains made the top three of the contest.
Duh. A retard could have told you that.
Last I checked, this was still called a BEAUTY contest, not a BRAINY contest.
But that does give me a great idea though.
Why don't we gather all the Miss Singapore Universe contestants and put them on the game show, Singapore's Brainiest Beauty Contestants?
It would go something like this.
Cheryl Fox: 'At what speed when a motorist is travelling will the cops issue a parking ticket?'
Contestant (quickly buzzing in): '150kmh! But they should go slower on weekends, especially when using the underpass.'
I just had a conversation with a female friend earlier this week. This is how our conversation went.
Me: 'You know what, I think I should start dating Ah Lians.'
Her: 'What? Why?'
Me: 'They're much simpler, far less complicated than all you western-educated women.'
Her: 'But what about intelligent conversation after sex?'
Me: 'Oh please, it's over-rated. All you really need is to light up a cigarette and get ready to go again.'
Her: 'Neanderthal.'
But she knows I'm not wrong. Back in the old days, it was so much simpler. All you had to do was club them on their head and drag them to the caves.
Brainy women were not much use back then, mostly because they would know how to avoid the clubbing.
We've come a long way. These days, we go to a club and drag them back to our homes, and that usually only works with the less brainy ones.
The brainy ones still know how to avoid the clubbing. Fact is, thousands of years of evolution later, they are even more honed than before.
This is why, despite all my jokes about the Miss Universe winners, I've always had the greatest respect for them.
You see, I realised a long time ago that women control the world. Women, especially the beautiful ones, control the men. So what if they don't have scholarships with A*Star?
At some point in a man's life, he would probably have had a similar conversation with his partner as the following:
Woman: 'Go on, dear, eat the fruit. It'll be okay.'
Man: 'But baby, God said we can't.'
Woman: 'Who do you want to listen to? God or the woman who's going to take you to heaven and back tonight?'
Man: 'Give me that damned fruit.'
That, of course, is the oldest story you will find which proves that women with beauty, not brains, will always end up winners.
After all, how smart could Eve have been if she listened to a talking snake?

I just can't help but laugh over it. My name is Eve, in case no one knows by now. As the last sentence in the article puts "how smart can i be if i listened to a talking snake?", i am really not smart. Despite being academically inclined, i do boast two degrees, but i prefer to be known as an airhead, or a bimbo, more often than anything. I subscribe to the school of thought of 傻女人都是可愛的. Brains do not necessarily equate out to success. I guess it helps you to get that lil' headstart. But the women CEOs of today all boost academic results along with looks, ain't it? A beauty contest would always be a beauty contest. The smarter ones would get away, but combined with that slight bimbotic-ness and beauty, it can be a deadly potion.
Beauty or brains? Take your pick. I know i'm beautiful, smart & somewhat bimbotic.