Ha ha. This question never fails to crack me up. I will always say the latter. Would prefer being HOT than being intelligent for the sake of having an argument. Ha ha. I think it is really funny.

Here are the top 3 of their answers and what goes inside my head when they say these:

*I would rather be intelligent because I can work on being beautiful. or When I have all the money in the world because of my intelligence, I would be able  to pay for cosmetic surgery a gazillion times. I say, if you are so freaking intelligent, you should work on making brain transplants possible! Buy a “MODEL” and have your brain transplanted into their carcass. I think that way you will be able to save a wad of cash than going under the knife several times, and save yourself from the constant agony and pain of having all those procedures.

*Because beauty fades away. Their explanation was, if you get into an accident and your face crashes on to something, you will be ugly already. I’m like duh, that’s the same as being intelligent. You get into an accident, and debris falls on your head, and you live through that experience. That’s it. That’s the end of you, Einstein!

*Beauty and brainless is a turnoff. I say, intelligence + arrogance + ugliness =  You are so screwed. You are never going to get laid. People are so gonna backstab you.

So there you go. When people say they choose intelligence over beauty, chances are they don’t have the latter. But in deep their hearts, they so wanna be Apollo or Venus, and that’s the reason for answer no. 1. Answer no. 2, has something to  do with one of the seven deadly sins — ENVY (should i say more?). Lastly, answer no.3, simply means that no freaking HOT PERSON wants to do it with them. And this is their defense– gossip about how stupid that hot looking person is, even though it is not true (Carmen contibuted that the punk was just being a loser!).

Bottomline is, if you will choose to be Intelligent, you have to stick with it, stand by it, and be proud of it. Don’t dare try say reason number one, because that just means a big H. — Hypocrisy that is. And with that, my dear friends, is my two cents worth. Capeche?!